So much of life is only dreams, dreams that we make and believe in. Books are treasures because they hold people's dreams, for retelling and retelling. They create hope that there was once such things as we want to believe in, or that such things might really be. If only it was easy to really believe, because then all our dreams and hopes could be made real. We are our own creators. But too often it is a case of wanting to believe so much that we fear to believe. then we cannot create, for we do not hold our own power. Books are like a reaffirmation that everything is possible, renewing our strength so that we can dream again. So often I feel pain after reading, when I leave a world that someone else has created inside my mind, and have to leave the hope that belongs there behind also. It's the same pain I begin to know with people, the pain of hope having to surrender to sorrow, choking on its own fear and disbelief.