A book, a true book can bring you joys you cant explain take you to places you have never seen . They can strip the deepest fears or create terror so real you fear it will consume you. There the strongest form of magic there is. Able to hold entire world on there pages. But there is a difference between a book and a true book that stems from the author themselves for a feeble minded half heated author wrights a feeble minded half heated book that just cant hold up to the magic a true book has for a true book flows with it. It locks you in and drains all else for hours willingly showing you its splendor in so much detail its as if its dragged you straight thru the pages into another world altogether. At times its like your actually there for that is the magic to drag you away from reality and show you another like a movie screen only better a immense 3d view of the authors world envelops your mind shooing away your reality as if it’s a mere fly coxing you into a new one. Each book holds a different one a different life written on wonderful magic fill pages some wonderful others devastating and some a perfect in between. Anyone who has ever read a true book will agree magic excise in its pages lovingly written in by the creator of splendor itself the author.