The book of our lives begins at conception. Its content is filled with the treads we take. The lessons that have yet to be written is the tale we that can be shared for other’s consumption.
At times I question whether or not I’ve genuinely fallen in love with books or merely the idea of them. Certainly those pages grant me my daily doses of escapism but who’s to say? I place a lot of emphasis on the latter.
What an interesting novel. I highly recommend it to anyone in life questioning their own inner dilemma regarding morality and the relationships they have with others. Certainly a gift for those in their 20’s. It contains a number of silver linings that would most definitely benefit long term (and prevent any inevitable regrets). Fowles’ story is coupled with far too many insightful bits that it left me questioning absolute authenticity. Again, highly recommend. I don’t think you’d regret it.
The Magus by John Fowles.
What a poignant piece of literature. Only 50 or so pages in and it’s embarrassing to admit how it has made me teary-eyed. A mentor recommended me the novel. Said he should’ve read it in his 20’s. So far, I’m gradually understanding the importance of it.