Thursday, July 31, 2014

Dolittle's Bookshelf: The Birth of a Book Club

I have always wanted to have a book club. The idea of a group of readers sitting together and discussing literature just feels like heaven to me. Not to mention, it feels like a very ladylike thing to do. I imagine ladies in garden dresses, sipping their tea and having spirited discussions about the latest book they have managed to get hold of.
Obviously, the time for ladies in garden dresses sipping tea is pretty much gone. However, book clubs are gaining popularity worldwide. I have read about many different types of book clubs online, and am amazed at the creativity of some of these groups! Book clubs come in all sorts of sizes, but they seem to share one common theme: they offer old and new friends the opportunity to rekindle their friendships, by creating common ground to build from.
Unfortunately, I have never been able to get a book club past the conception stage. Life is busy, and it is increasingly difficult to find time to devote to a hobby.
So I came up with an idea: why not create a book club on this blog site? I know there are people out there who love to read as much or more than I. Why not give others the opportunity to take part in a book club that doesn’t require scheduling or baking or cleaning the house? A book club that they can just enjoy at any time, with the books they care about?
So that is what I am doing. I am creating a book club here. And you are welcome to join me, if you would like. I would like that.
So please, come into the parlor. Make yourself at home, grab a cup of cocoa and a blanket as you prepare to read on and join in the discussion. In my next post, we begin.
A world of books is waiting.
Which books would YOU love to read and discuss? Let me know, and we can read them together!
 

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Red Light Revelations

 
I had a bit of a revelation today as I sped home from work. I needed to get home in somewhat of a hurry, so I was trying to drive fast, while avoiding running into things: cars, people, you know—the things you typically try to avoid while driving.


Well, as I sped along, I began to notice a terribly frustrating pattern: I hit every red light there was on my drive. Every. Single. One. I would be cruising along at a good pace, and then as soon as I saw the next traffic light, it would turn yellow, and I would be stuck at the front of the line, waiting for the light to turn green again. This happened over and over, and I began to get frustrated.


I began to bargain with the lights (I don’t know if you have ever done this, but it isn’t an effective method). When I would see the light turn yellow, I would groan, “Come on! I hit the last light. Can’t you just turn green?” Which of course didn’t work. So I would try again “Okay, can I at LEAST make it through the next light?” The light would turn green, I drove onward, and was shortly stopped again.


The commute home usually takes about 30-40 minutes. Today, it took an hour. As I drove, I realized that there were a LOT of lights on my way home. When I usually drive home, I only notice a couple lights; but for the most part, I cruise happily along.


That is when I had my revelation. When things are going well in my life, I don’t notice. I don’t take time to slow down and enjoy the ride. I speed through life, rushing to my next destination, unmindful of the journey that I am making. It is only when I am stopped, whether it be at inconvenient times or repeatedly, that I realize “Hey. Things were going really well for me a while ago. What happened?”


We are often encouraged to slow down. “Stop and smell the roses,” “life isn’t about the destination, it’s about the journey,” and other phrases are familiar to us. But how often do we REALLY take the chance to slow down and enjoy the journey?


President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, a leader in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, once gave a beautiful address called “Of Regrets and Resolutions.” In this address, he talks about how short life is, and some things that we can do to make the most of our lives.


At one point he states: “Sometimes in life we become so focused on the finish line that we fail to find joy in the journey … Doesn’t it seem foolish to spoil sweet and joyful experiences because we are constantly anticipating the moment when they will end? Do we listen to beautiful music waiting for the final note to fade before we allow ourselves to truly enjoy it? No. We listen and connect to the variations of melody, rhythm, and harmony throughout the composition.”


No matter how irritating those stop lights were today, they literally forced me to stop and think about my journey. And while I wasn’t grateful for that opportunity at the time, I realized late that I haven’t paid attention on my commute home for a long time.


I am ashamed to admit this. Especially since I am striving to be more ladylike, and I think one prominent trait of a lady is she is aware of her surroundings. But for me, it took a stop light to get me to pause. It also made me think—how else can I be more aware of my journey, without the extra prompting? Here are a few thoughts I came up with.


First, I can be grateful for the green lights in my life. I have a lot of blessings, and I am very rarely conscious of them until there is a change. I can pay attention to those things and express my gratitude.


Second, I can slow down my journey in general. Everyone, everywhere is travelling somewhere. It really isn’t a race to the finish. My speeding along today saved me absolutely no time. Zero. Zilch. At every light, when other cars pulled up, I noticed that it was the same group of cars that had been with me at the previous light. And the one before that. And the one before that… do you see what I mean? Pulling back and slowing down a little would have reduced my stress a great deal, and my ride would have been much more enjoyable.


And third, I can try to notice the humor around me. There is ALWAYS something funny on the road, and the same is true in life. Life is meant to be enjoyed, not simply lived.


There is a quote that always makes me smile when I see something similar posted on Facebook. It says something along the lines of “when I die, I don’t want to arrive in heaven in a clean white shirt and pressed trousers. I would rather skid to a halt, my hair flying crazy and be totally worn out, shouting ‘Holy smokes, what a fantastic ride!’”


I don’t know if I want to live life to THAT extreme, but I do know that we have only a limited amount of time: I would like to live it aware of the steps I am taking, and the surroundings in my journey. Take the “red light challenge” with me. Slow down. Notice your surroundings. Enjoy your journey. And love it!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The Power of Your Mind

 
In general, I believe that people underestimate the power of their thoughts. We forget that we live in a world of solidified thought: that every invention since the beginning came about because of an idea. Someone, somewhere, saw a need and began to formulate an idea of how to fulfil that need. From the simple things we use daily (soap or forks) to the huge, mechanical wonders (cars or airplanes) of the world, each began very small and grew from there.
But the power of our thoughts doesn’t lie solely in invention. Our thoughts can actually determine who we are, and who we can become.


Let me give you two examples: Thomas the Tank Engine, and Eeyore. Both of these are characters from children’s stories, but both have let their thoughts affect them for good or ill.
 
Thomas is given a difficult task and takes to it with vigor. He knows that he is a small engine, but he also knows that he can accomplish whatever he sets his mind to. Throughout his story, Thomas repeats to himself that familiar saying: “I think I can. I think I can,” which eventually leads Thomas to accomplishing his task. Thomas’ thoughts were essential in carrying him through his job. Whenever he began to doubt himself, he reminded himself that he could finish, and it gave him courage to continue.

 
By contrast Eeyore, from Winnie the Pooh, Has a very different outlook. He considers himself to be below everyone else in the Hundred-Acre Woods. Whenever he DOES speak to another character, he usually begins by saying “Thanks for noticing me.” As a result of Eeyore’s pessimistic attitude, and considering himself less than the other characters, Eeyore is consistently depressed. He is indeed often forgotten, and has separated himself from the others, choosing to live in a tiny shelter and does nothing to improve his circumstances.

 
Granted, neither of these characters are human. However, as an example from one of my favorite movies, Hook, Peter Banning [Pan] is a wonderful example of the power of thought. The whole movie is about believing in yourself, and Peter must learn to do just that. He cannot do anything as Peter Pan until he believes that he is Peter Pan. Even simple tasks such as eating require a great deal of faith from Peter. Even during the critical final battle between Pan and Hook, Hook knows that in order to distract Peter from his purpose, all he has to do is distract Peter with one tiny thought: “You aren’t Peter Pan. You will never be good enough to be Peter Pan.” With that simple thought, everything begins to crash in on Peter. It takes his friends and family’s encouragement and belief in him to remind Peter that he has learned to believe in himself, which leads him to win the battle with Captain Hook.

 
Still a little too fictional for you? Okay, here is an example from my own life. My family loves Moab, and when we owned a jeep, we enjoyed exploring as many trails as possible. Some were easy, and some were hard. One of the most difficult trails that my dad really wanted to explore is called “Moab Rim.” He had never done it before and wanted to give it a try.

 
I started the trail riding in the jeep with my dad, but on the first major bump, the jeep nearly flipped sideways. From my seat, I was nearly parallel to the ground. When the jeep righted, my dad asked me to get out of the jeep so if anyone got hurt, it would be him alone. I obediently got out, but still wanted to see the top of the trail. So I began to hike. It was a grueling hike, and there were many times I wanted to turn back and stop. My cousin, who had started the hike with me, gave up when he decided the journey was not worth it.

 
I kept walking. There were many times I told myself “No one will care if you stop.” Those were the times I nearly did stop. The only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that I COULD reach the top, and that, if nothing else, I would know what I had accomplished. This thought carried me through the hike, and I did reach the top of Moab Rim. The view was worth the climb, and to this day I feel very proud of myself when I think about that experience. Not to mention, I used Moab Rim as a base for a long time: “If I could hike Moab Rim, I can definitely do this.” Positive thoughts build on each other, just as negative thoughts do.

 
So what do positive and negative thoughts have to do with the point I am trying to get across today? I believe that in our society, we have let our thoughts turn more and more negative as the world around us is getting worse and worse. It is easy to do. We see the suffering and hardship on the news, and it is easy to get depressed. It is easy to think that there is no silver lining, and that the sun in fact will NOT rise tomorrow. It is easy to believe we are worthless and hopeless and that the rut we find ourselves in is the same rut we will be in ten years from now.

 
Which is rubbish.

 
The sun will rise, and the world is not as dark or desolate as we perceive sometimes. We just need to believe it. And despite what the media portrays, there are a lot of good people in this world trying to do the right thing. We are not evil, lazy, hopeless clods of earth.

 
We are human beings. We have the ability to change.

 
Our brain is amazing. I watched an episode of Scientific American Frontiers once with Alan Alda, and he performed an experiment where he tricked his brain. Yes, you read that correctly. Alan Alda participated in an experiment where he learned that it is possible to trick the human brain into thinking and believing specific things. Even if they are false.

 
So what if the hopelessness of the world is not true?

 
Consider that for a moment. What if the hopelessness you feel when you think about the terrible state of the world is a lie? Something you have been taught to believe all of your life because the media says it is so? And what if you can change your perspective? I believe it is possible.

 
And if our perspective of a hopeless, terrible world is false, then what about the image we portray of ourselves? It stands to reason that it is false, too.

 
There is a horrible, pervasive lie that for some reason has sunk itself deep into our hearts. It affects me, and I am sure it affects you. It is apparent when we brush away compliments, saying they are undeserved. It is obvious when we repeatedly berate ourselves for making the same mistakes over and over. And it is shown when we are willing to show others compassion, but don’t give ourselves the benefit of the doubt. The lie is that “I am not good enough. I am hopeless.”

 
Like the lie about the terribleness of the world, I know this is false. I don’t believe that there is anyone on this world not worth saving; and I don’t believe that we are hopeless. As I mentioned earlier, we are human beings. We have the power to change.

 
Disentangling ourselves from this lie is difficult. It seems that to our very depths, we believe that we are worthless. So how do we begin to see ourselves as beings with purpose? How do we begin to see ourselves as the people we were meant to be? Here are a few suggestions to how we can help our brains see the truth about who we really are. 

  • It starts with a thought. Take some quiet time, and consciously think to yourself “I am worth something. I can be whatever I want to be.” Think of three nice things about yourself (I know. It is difficult. Jeremy has encouraged me to do this many times, and I have a difficult time with it).
     
  • Think of people you love; and people who love you in return. Whether this be God, a friend, a family member, or your dog, realize that these people mean something to you, and you mean something to them. If you can’t believe it yourself, trust in their judgment; trust that they see something worthwhile in you.
     
  • Fake it ‘til you make it. I know this sounds tacky, but I believe that some of this low self-esteem comes from habit, rather than belief. I know that if you walk with your head held high, you will begin to feel a difference. Act like you love yourself, and you will be surprised when one day you find you actually do.
     
  • Make peace with yourself. And, if necessary, with others. Sometimes we hold onto things far longer than we should. If there is someone that you need to apologize to, do it. Don’t let it gnaw at you any longer.
     
  • Take time to consider who you are, and who you want to be. This is a huge step in seeing value in yourself. If you can consider the very base of who you are, you can begin to see the truth. And as you see the truth of who you are, you can make goals and think about who you want to become.
     
  • Finally, give yourself just a smidgen of the compassion that you grant others. You are human. You will make mistakes. You will lose sight of who you are occasionally. Believe in yourself.
     

The human mind is incomparable. It takes in much more than we realize. It has helped us to become who we are, and it helps us know who we want to be.

 
As Dr. Seuss says in his book Oh, the Places You’ll Go! “You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.”

 
Let’s choose to steer ourselves in a more hopeful direction, away from the pessimistic notion that we are not good enough. Instead, let’s steer ourselves in a much more positive way, and begin our journey towards that person we want to be.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Books that Rock My World

 
I love to read--this may or may not come as a surprise. I can't remember when exactly my passion for books formed, but I think it had something to do with my parents.
 
When I was young, my parents would read with me. They spent time with each of us kids every night, reading to us and--when we were old enough to read--with us. Together, we made it through countless books that I still adore today, and want my own children to love someday. Some of those books include Roald Dahl, Little House on the Prairie, Holes, and Wayside School. The list is extensive, but the common thread is that each of these books holds memories that pare priceless to me.
 
Even after my parents stopped reading with me, I sustained that growing love of books and began to find that although I loved many books, there were a few books that fundamentally rocked my world, and lingered with me long after I had read the final chapter.
 
Today, I wanted to share with you some of those books that changed me, and still have the power to change me when I read them today. This list is by no means comprehensive; these are books that I came up with during a (very) short brainstorming session, while at the same time keeping more obvious books like Harry Potter out of the mix. I also tried to keep the list limited to books I read pre-college. There are a couple I couldn't resist adding that have rocked my world in recent years, but the majority of these books are from elementary through high school.
 
So, without further ado, here are some books that have rocked my world:
 
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Ella Enchanted (Gail Carson Levine). This book has been a favorite of mine since fourth grade. I got it from one of my favorite teachers in the world: Mrs. Callentine. I LOVE this clumsy, spunky heroine of this Cinderella retelling--it is a familiar story with a remarkably creative twist. For a story that has been retold countless times, this version of the story was unexpected and enjoyable. I fell in love with both major and minor characters, and want to travel to the town of Frell, where this story takes place. To this day, Ella Enchanted is a book that I turn to when feeling stressed or a need to feel reminiscent.
 
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Why this book changed my life: I think this was the first time that I had really read a fairy tale retelling, and realized that the retelling of stories has potential to be as much fun as the original story itself. I realized that first-person perspective was a good way to really experience a book: to be able to take up residence inside a character's head and experience the story yourself (in a way).
 
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Any book written by Eva Ibbotson. I know this is cheating, but I could not narrow this incredible author to one book. I do, however, have a couple "honorable mentions" that I will share with you. When I was young, I fell in love with Which Witch, a silly story about a good witch who desperately wants to be evil, so that she can marry an evil warlock. It was fun because of the unusual storyline: after all, in similar stories, doesn't the evil person want to change to be better? Not so with this story. I loved it. Several years later, I saw Eva Ibbotson's name again. I picked up a couple of her books, Countess below Stairs, and The Morning Gift. Eva Ibbotson uses language that soars. She has an incredible way with words that makes the story sink into you and stay there. It is beautiful--and I just feel happy whenever I read something by Eva Ibbotson.
 
Why these books changed my life: Like I said, Ibbotson's prose sings. I didn't know language could be built in that sort of pattern; I didn't know that describing a setting or event could be so captivating. For me, I sometimes skim through long paragraphs that have nothing going on, but with these books, I hold onto every word, since Ibbotson makes sure each word is put to use and there is not a syllable wasted.
 
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Regarding the Fountain (Kate and M. Sarah Klise). This book is just--simply put--fun. The character names, the story, and the illustrations all work together to create a story you just want to be a part of. Each time I read this book, I notice something new to be entertained by. There isn't a whole lot to say about this book, other than it is wonderful. And, it made my list, so that has got to count for something.
 
Why this book changed my life: I loved the unique style of this book. It is written entirely in letters (the subtitle of the book is "a tale, in letters, of liars and leaks") between members of a class and the eccentric fountain designer. It was the first time I had read an epistolary novel, and have been drawn to them ever since. Actually, this book inspired me to start writing an epistolary novel on my own. That book never actually took off, but one day I would like to still write it. This book also made me really want a pen pal so I could write letters of my own.
 
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The Hollow Kingdom (Clare B. Dunkle). This is TECHNICALLY a trilogy, but I didn't know about the final two books until a couple years ago. This book is awesome. I read it in junior high school, then didn't see it again for several years. It stayed in my mind, but I could never remember the title. Then one day, I had this crazy urge to read it again, but I had a problem: The only thing I could remember about it was the cover (which had a girl in a red cloak), and the fact that it had to do with goblins. After a bit of searching and due to the amazingness of the internet, I was able to actually find the book again (I firmly believe it was fate). The characters are so well-developed that they FEEL human, and the storyline is super intriguing.
 
Why this book changed my life: This was my first leap into what I would consider "deep" fantasy. I mean, it isn't as deep fantasy as some novels I have read since, but we are talking goblins, elves, dwarves, and magic. I loved it. Plus, the dialogue was clever and oftentimes witty, and everything was so well-developed that I could imagine Clare Dunkle's world with near-perfect clarity. I used to imagine that most books would be beautifully portrayed by a movie, but this book changed my mind. I don't think that a movie would do either the descriptions or characters justice. In fact, I would even dare say that most books are better served by the power of your own imagination. I wouldn't say that this book INTRODUCED me to the power of imagination, but it certainly strengthened my belief in the importance and power of a strong imagination. This is a lesson I hope I can carry to my future family, since imagination seems to be something that is scoffed at more and more,
 
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The Water Trilogy (Kara Daley). I have to admit, the first hook of this novel was that the main character was a mermaid. There aren't many novels about mermaids, selkies, or sirens, so that was intriguing to me. However, I was not expecting to read the complicated and beautiful web of fantasy and myth that the novel delivered. This is another book that I couldn't find again until just a couple years ago; I reread it and fell in love all over again.
 
Why this book changed my life: This book reminds me of the simple joy of reading. Sometimes it is preferable to read a difficult book, to stretch your mind and completely engage yourself in the art of reading a novel. But this book is simple. The entire trilogy only took a few days (at most) to get through, and the language wasn't anything that was complicated. I found that it was a relief to step back and to fill in some of the story myself, instead of reading several hundred pages worth of description. In writing, this reminds me that I don't have to use lofty prose or complicated words to get my point across. The importance of a story is a matter of caring enough about the story to tell it in the way that best suits, rather than the most complicated way possible.
 
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Anne of Green Gables. (L. M. Montgomery). I am ashamed to admit that I have only read the first book of this delightful series. But from the first novel, I have gathered one thing: Anne Shirley is my twin. I had no idea I could relate to a fictional character so well, but Anne Shirley is a redheaded version of myself. From her crazy antics to her wild imagination, I love this character. Now that I am a little older, I realize how many similar experiences I share with Anne, and how many times I created my own problems in my head. I now understand the frequent eye-rolls I saw as a child, but that the imagination I shared with my family has developed into something much more beautiful and less frivolous. Anne matures incredibly throughout the first novel, and it gives me home that I can have a healthy imagination and still be classy and elegant.
 
Why this book changed my life: Apart from the reasons I mentioned above, reading about Anne Shirley was a very sobering experience for me. I learned that I had some serious flaws that I needed to deal with, but that I could overcome them and become a better person. I learned that maturity is a process, but not one that involves giving up your fundamental values. I also learned that there are "fluff" books, and books that have a lot of substance. I think it is the same thing with lives. There are lives that have a lot of substance, and I would like to live a life like that. And this book was a guiding force that lead me toward that goal.
 
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Peter Pan (J.M. Barrie). The whole premise and story of “the boy who never grew up” is actually [somewhat] of an obsession of mine. I absolutely ADORE Peter Pan. To me, this book is a perfect illustration of imagination. Plus, in reading and rereading this book, I have found such an incredible depth to Barrie’s writing that I learn something each time I read it. That is a conversation for another day, but one of my tell-tale signs of a good book is one I can read and analyze over and over and still enjoy reading.
 
Why this book changed my life: I immersed myself into this book so heavily, that Peter Pan became a part of who I was. I DREAMT I was Peter Pan, for goodness sake! Now THAT is obsession you can’t fake. This book has the perfect villain, and the childlike narration is delightful. This book helped me realize that an author can’t help but put a little bit of themselves in their writing; and that is okay.
 
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Gone with the Wind (Margaret Mitchell). In junior high, I read this book because I had to take AR (accelerated reading) tests. Basically, every student had to read books and try to earn a certain number of points by taking tests about the books they read. I hated it, but tried to read as many “big” books as I could so I could take fewer tests. Gone with the Wind was one of the largest point values on the reading list, so I decided to give it a shot. I did NOT expect to love this book. But I do. I have a love-hate relationship with Scarlett O’Hara, and am one of the many women who has fallen in love with Rhett Butler. This story is very rich in its historical import, and feels very realistic.
 
Why this book changed my life: I never realized that you could hate a main character but still love a story until I read this. This was also my first time venturing into the realm of historical fiction. I found that the history aspect of the story pulled me in, and I found myself more interested in American History than I had hitherto been. I had never thought about what an incredible history America has, but this book made me learn more.
 
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Inkheart (Cornelia Funke). This book is beautiful. Cornelia Funke is actually a German author, and all of her work is translated. I believe that translators stay fairly true to the original text (as much as is possible), so I think it is fair to say that Cornelia Funke is an incredibly skilled author. This book reminds me why I love books, and the storytelling transports me to such a beautiful medieval-esque land, where good doesn’t always come out on top, but where “the end” isn’t really the end. A world where stories exist before they are told, and where they continue on after that last page is turned. The cast of characters is a mix of good, evil, and in-between, and range from normal, everyday people to fairies and fire dancers.
 
Why this book changed my life: I think what I learn most from this book is that people are not 100% good, but neither are they 100% evil. People, for the most part, are trying to make it through life in the best way they know how. I think we forget that sometimes, and in reading about all of these flawed characters I learned that I am in no position to decide who is “good” and who is “bad.” In fact, one of my very favorite characters in the series starts off as a pawn for the villain in the novel. By the end of the trilogy, he has made such a complete change, that he makes an incredible sacrifice for a character he cares about.
 
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Night Circus (Erin Morgenstern). This book actually only came out a couple years ago, but already it has had such a profound influence on my life. It is a difficult book to explain, because the imagery and story are very interdependent. Without the incredible descriptions in this novel, the book loses a lot of its charm. And without the compelling storyline, there is no reason for those descriptions. Every single element of the story is important. There is no empty movement in this novel. Each item, each interaction, and each element of the story has been thoughtfully planned out by the author, and each leads to enhance the story as a whole. This book can be accurately described as “enchanting.”
 
Why this book changed my life: Erin Morgenstern loves writing. And I am not just saying that because she has published a book. I am saying that because every word and phrase in this novel indicates hours and days spent agonizing over the perfect choice of words. Many other authors would have settled for less-perfect-but-still-beautiful words and phrases, but to me Night Circus feels like there was an incredible amount of thought put into it. I absolutely respect that, and admire Erin Morgenstern for her debut novel. To me, this novel seems like it must appear on paper as very similar to how the author first imagined it. This requires an enormous amount of skill, and the layers of meaning in this book are masterful. This is not a book to be devoured; this is a book to read and think and analyze, even as you enjoy the journey. Erin Morgenstern has made me want to write something beautiful and profound; that one day I can have my own novel that has depth and power, as well as an engaging story.
 
Well, there you have it. Ten books that have changed my life. What are some books that have changed yours? I would love to hear about books that you read over and over again, not just to find out how it ends (since that is accomplished by one reading), but those stories you read because you love the world, or you love the characters, or because you simply love the storyline so much that you want to get wrapped up in the journey one more time—even though you know everything that will happen by heart.
 
Those are the kind of books we need more of those are the books that really bring changes to us and the world.