I have never seen a book this dense. The pages are impossibly thin, the text small enough for ants. But the words defy reality — literally. I dive in, and I get lost in another world.
Beautiful stories. Places I’ll never see, people I’ll never meet — I know them all like my own two hands. The toil is hard, but the rewards are manifold. What hidden wonders! The story is my playground, and the authors, my playmates across space and time. Behind this onion-skin veil of words, I am safe. A pity, then, that I have to come back.