
Regardless of how much one may love reading, it is not so common to develop a bond with a book, appreciating its details to the point of feeling real emotions.
Literature is an art form, which, perhaps, itโs harder to appreciate because it uses the communicative tool of words (not images), and that is why there are those who underestimate its expressive power. Itโs true, we use verbal communication daily; however, certain authors, certain stories, through that use of those words, manage to communicate something that we feel, but do not know how to manifest. Or we have not been able to rationalise it until that moment. Or, again, we have never considered in those terms.
Here I leave you the books for which I do not want it to end like this, with a simple dot. They are, in my opinion, masterpieces of literature, perhaps less well known than other classics (equally wonderful, I am sure). They are books that have won me over, and that I cannot let go of; their impact has been so strong, in some cases indelible, that by recommending them, I am sharing a part of myself.
I hope you can catch it.