For me, there are three types of books: the bad ones (I can just as well not finish them), the good ones (well written, interesting theme) and the perfect ones.
In every book I look for the perfect book. The book that captivates me so much that I can skip sleeping and miss my buss stop if I read on my way to work.
Last time I found a perfect book (and what a book it is!) I had to take a day off from work because I just didn't wanna stop reading.
The feeling that I get while reading such an art piece is unbelievable. I feel like I am part of a greater universe than I can imagine, that the whole world is just filled with hidden wonders that are waiting for me to find them. My mind starts to wonder and suddenly I feel like I am there, in the book, as a witness to the action, as if the author had actually written that book for me.
The first perfect book I remember reading was Heidi (by Johanna Spyri). I must have been around eight years old when I found the book in my family's library and read the story of the little orphan girl without leaving the book out of my hands. I remember living that story as if I was part of it and I cried for little Heidi as if she was my best friend.
Over the years, although I grew up, I never stopped living the perfect book while reading it. I still cry, laugh, giggle with enthusiasm and most of all dream with the characters.
