Ever since someone confronted me about the importance, the usefulness and beneficial effects of literature, more precisely of fiction, suggesting that teaching, reading and writing it is a mere waste of time, I have composed a letter in my head, proving the opposite and stating what had been obvious to me before. I have never written that letter, for more than one reasons. Firstly, because it would’ve been a lot longer than a letter – more like a series of books, secondly, because I decided the person was just simply a jerk, and didn’t deserve my attention.
But that’s how this started. And it became bigger, larger, until I couldn’t contain it in myself. I had to start a blog.
Reading, writing, bookworming, thinking, observing… That’s what this is about.
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