Books

I have always been fond of books; more than most people, really. Humans have a tendency to let you down, while books will stay with you forever. Not everyone understands this, and therefore claims that books are just some piles of paper with inc on them; that they cannot give you anything. I must disagree. Books have souls. When someone writes a book, they put a part of their soul into the pages; when someone reads the book, they add to the soul with a little of their own; the soul of those who has lived and dreamt with the book is in it’s pages. Every time a new hand touches the book, every time someone runs their eyes down the pages, the soul strenghtens and grows. They can give you knowledge, insight, depth, reasons to oh so much; satisfy your curiousity, emotional need, and also sometimes give you feelings and emotions, and put words to things you cannot explain on your own. The fictional books lets you escape into a magical world of make-believe, which has helped me more than once.

My love for books is one of the things that make me different from the others. Half the student-body has not even opened a book before, and they certainly do not own one. Most of the kids here are spoiled brats with rich parents from whom they will inherit a great fortune. Whenever they need money it’s just to call home, and they will have more money on their credit-card than I have ever owned in my entire life. 

You see, that is a part of the problem with being a scholarship-kid. You are not like the rest. To you, money is a priviledge, and being able to afford what you need is a blessing. Responsibility when it comes to money and people is a part of your life, and you have had to grow up years before you were lucky enough to actually get the scholarship. This is something the people I am surrounded by every day does not understand. I have gotten a few friends here, but there is so much of my life they will never understand.

I just finished this book I've been reading, and it truly touched my heart. It was called The Shadow of the Wind. If my memory is correct, it was written by this Spanish guy named Zafón. A loveletter to litterature. Check it out; it is totally worth your time. It set my head spinning, and it is amazing what a mind can come up with. I just want to share this experience with whomever wants to take time to do it. That was all for today, folks. Take care of yourselves.

Lots of love,

Quin