I wasn't the most open during my University years. I still hadn't win the battle with myself. My past was still winning over me. So I would hide behind the smile, the sarcastic comments and the laughs. I wouldn't talk much about myself. Or let anyone know myself at all.  But there were two people. Two people. Around them I would let myself...

There is something about books. There is something about the stories they tell. The lives they share. The worlds they breathe. They are beautiful places where unbelievable things are allowed to happen. Places that somehow feel magical. A refugee from this crazy thing we all call life. A place that involves us so deep into its words, into the stories it tells, into...