There is a certain comfort in knowing that someone else has held the book you are reading and experienced what you are experiencing. The thoughts that the book invoke in you - no, not exactly thoughts- the inchoate swirling things which you struggle to express, which you dare not to express for fear of losing hem in the very act of wording them- someone else has been there. Someone else is right here with you partaking in the experience silently.
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