There are two worlds of readers and those who do not read. The latter can be for many things, but the more usual two. Because it would not have enjoyed the privilege of having parents in the first group because there simply is something that goes unnoticed by them, without interest, to no avail.
As readers, from my point of view, they have found one of the pleasures of life capital. What it means for humans to read. I could focus on issues favorable to the intellect and easily compressible, spelling or higher levels of study. But this is something that everybody sees, is rational and can be studied in materials such as, "The benefits of reading." However, there are a number of issues that go beyond this, we can consider issues that pure pleasures that only be achieved by those who love books and are completely incomprehensible for those who suffered the torture of Robinson Crusoe magical narrated or the Little Vampire night reading under the covers, through Mortadelo and Philemon, Captain Thunder, 13 rue of Barnacle and The Black Arrow. Small worlds, wandering through the innocent mind of a child, those who still retain the power of imagination. After that stage is reached a new, very different in the technicalities but identical in passion and enjoyment. Imagination takes a step, that Little Vampire has become a dream of Stoker and English classics have evolved to the realism of European epic comic. The smell of old paper and seventies in soft bindings, often with a plastic liner defended him shooting three readers, one even left a signature, initials fleeting, that's a pleasure. The old libraries close, with a bookseller who seems to have lost between Sven Hassel and meadows of Wounded Knee. It appears certain the appointment of Emily Dickinson; A book is the best frigate to take us to distant lands . Who has not enjoyed the pleasure of reading ... I do not know what is lost.
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