Wordsmith and the aficonado...
I had almost a million books in my life, some I liked them by their cover, others for the content and yet others fascinated my soul that what might happen next. Starting from reading the preface, the acknowledgements, abouts and the author's review, at least what the book's told me, what others think about, their history, future and present.
So why do some books start like they are familiar, abrupt beginning, and maybe I don't want to have one, for I'll always try to read and relate, some feel like a soul story maybe and others are like a sold story, commercially attractive sort off and rest have almost nothing in them maybe the whole genre was different. Some you start and read it till end coz you want to, and rest are maybe under a pressure of satisfying the alter ego of my heart . A whole overlook makes a different virtue altogether.
Authors of few are met, some are not yet out of there old readers, they want to cling back, marked, they are, have ink spots almost all over and others are so fresh that heart just makes a great howl before anything begins coz a had been seen burning volumes under despair you might have loved them but never got a chance to even touch and so you don't know how they are....
But falling in love with what you read currently is a whole different love, and trying to extend the story is a great love, a different level of madness and even better as the opus give the whole new insight to the persuer almost making a thought everlast and now its here where you stand with the covers that don't bind, but act as wings, wings that can make you fly high, to where even the sky fears to be the limit....🖋️
