Life says: ‘She did this’. Books are where things are explained to you. And we need that. We are terrible at drawing our own conclusions on others motivations, yet we think in absolutes. I always say there are three sides to every story. His side, her side, and the truth. Yet we are quick to believe and make judgements without finishing the book. The media has blown that into a whole new level of absurdity. And monotony. They take a ‘breaking’ story and rehash it for days. Old news yet it never seems to get to the back pages. I’ll wait till the book comes out. Now one absolutely absolute whole truth and nothing but the truth is that there are two types of people, readers and non-readers. And they will never understand each other. The brilliant, interesting readers cannot understand how/why someone doesn’t like to read books. I know, right?? And the non-reader finds it boring and will never get how/why someone finds that pleasurable. Maybe I just need life explained to me. Every book I read is non-fiction. Even the fiction books. I believe it all. Two paragraphs into a book I know if I’m going to like it and Believe. Steven King’s Pet Cemetary still makes me look at my animals weirdly and doubt them. A good book carries you to places you’re never going to be. All real to me. And always there for me. No judgements.