Books are not about passing time. They’re about other lives. Other worlds. Far from wanting time to pass, one just wishes one had more of it
Once upon a time, in a small town named Gilradore, lived a young boy named Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi was an average boy with an extraordinary love for books. His friends often teased him, "Why do you waste so much time reading books, Kiyoshi? Come out and play with us." ...
