Anyone else ever feel like they’re consuming the hearts and brains of writers when reading books?

Someone pours their heart and soul out onto the page, and readers come along and absorb the essence of the authors. I picture zombies chomping into leatherbound editions of Brave New World.

Because to read a book, is to become part of a book. Even when the message is hateful to our very natures, words can be subversive and scrawl themselves across our brains. And every once and a while, a word or sentence will escape, and we find ourselves changed against our wills.

It’s like The Eye. When you accept the transplant, something of the original owner comes too.


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