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Drowning in books is the sweetest way to be lost

 Bibliomania refers to the passion of flocking together books, and the one who gathers the stock of books also has the curiosity to experience the imagination and ideas collected and put in order by the writer in a long time. Almost half of the world is having strong emotions towards books, which at least a book lover doesn’t consider boring and infuriating, but the rest of the world marks it as tiresome and uninteresting. But let me tell you, the way a book shows loyalty towards people, no one does.

In a society of two-faced people, I think it should be more desirable to spend time with books rather than to be in the company of those people who have a completely different internal side from an external one. At least a company of a book can never be bad and enrich one with the flood of knowledge, proficiency, and headway towards an eminent position.

The habit of reading has entirely lost its position because technology has diverted our attention so much that one doesn’t consider it worthy to give his precious time to the book. Reading is quite charismatic and educational too if it is beyond the books that teens are supposed to read in school. There are tonnes of books that can be found in the world and are good to read, but they did not reach the superstar success of Harry Potter and the books written by Khaled Hosseini. The young adult genre is competitive and ever-growing. There are many best-selling novels we may not hear about. Each book is unique, original, classic, and well-written in its own way.

One cannot criticise novels or history-related books; every book is time-honoured, needs attention, and is not a double-dealer. It benefits one on all accounts of life, and those who brand a book lover as drab, crazed, and annoying are actually unmindful of the comfort a book provides.

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