Someone important to me asked me today why it’s so easy for me to fall in love with books, and yet reject genuine emotion. I told them it’s probably because books never reject, abandon or make you feel less than you are. With people, there’s always a risk of that. It’s easy to fall in love with books, it’s scary to fall in love with people. Because out of these two, only one can hurt you. I can always go pick up a book and know it wants me. Not the same with people.