I have a love of books that I am sure countless others share but it is mine own passions that I will speak to.
There has been many a memory forged, imagination fueled, and insight rewarded(if I am capable of the latter) through the course of my life that one tome or another were at the epicenter of it.
My comic books as a child which were a balm so great that all but forgot about the trip to the doctor, or why one was needed, all that mattered was They were in the gift shop waiting for me.
My beloved gaming books, through them came a journey that brought friendships, laughter, a validation that my imagination had kindred spirits, and a means to explore them with studious delight.
My history books, be it on some great war, some ancient time, some great character long gone, through there recounting I gained an understanding of the world, and a better one of me.
Then there are my most beloved books of all. The great works of fiction, and the ones that matched my own musings and passions.
Tanks and fighters, swords and sorcery, cloaks and daggers, dragons and dwarfs and elves and!!(you get the gist)
My favorite books are .. most often, bound to favorite parts of my life, the people that have been there in them, memories made and shared. Many of these books I have owned more than once,(and read repeatedly) though the reasons for parting with each ranged from willful sacrifice in the hope another will share my enthusiasm, to those most painful changes to life that lays your world bare.
Books, you see, have been, and will remain, the most extraordinary constant of wonder, joy and comfort through the course of my life, and with each turning of a page not marking a past to be forgotten, but another magical journey Began.