My brain is like a huge supercomputer that feeds off of helpless books. My eyes just scan them while my senses feel the grasp of a good fantasy fiction novel. When sad parts come I cant help but cry out in pain, feeling as well the sorrow or hurt my favourite charicters or their friends feel. I also feel their lust, and their goals. Whomever said books are just a bunch of words, they dont give you anything other than that, was wrong.
Books are not just words, they are little peices of another world just waiting to capture you, and take you into their mystical beyonds.
