Literature and Life

Evening, Ladies and Gents.

Tonight, I'd like to share with you my vision. 

I have a dream, a richly coloured, coffee and vanilla scented, comfortably furnished, artistically inclined dream.

Our bookstore (because it is ours; yours and mine) will be a haven for literature and its lovers. I see Readers sat in chairs, cup in hand and book across lap. I see children curled up with a pillow on the rug, reading to Mum and Dad. I see Poets contemplating while Romantics sigh. I hear Vivaldi's cello and Mose's fingers dancing across the keys while Sinatra croons. I see people, being.

Literature is more than just words on a page. It's not just stories about life; it's life itself. It's meat and marrow, flesh and blood, and every time I crack a spine, I fall in love all over again.

Share this dream with me. Lets fall in love together; let's fall into a book.

“Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.” -C.S. Lewis

Peace and happy reading...

-Britaini