To the bibliophile, life without books is a horror beyond imagining. Indeed, dystopian tales of a bookless future have power precisely because books occupy such a central place in our world.
Books transform readers in ways both big and small. Each book leaves its mark. Each shapes us into the persons we are.
But it’s not the physical object that changes us. It’s the text inside. The ideas we wrestled into existence. The tears we shed. The frustrations we felt. Books shape us as surely as teachers, as friends, as lovers.
Those changes remain with us, even when the teachers, the friends, the lovers do not.