Tuesday, November 17, 2015

I read on a little further and found this.

In reality, every reader, while he is reading,
is the reader of his own self.
The writer's work is merely a kind of optical instrument,
which he offers to the reader to permit him to discern what,
without the book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.
The reader's recognition in his own self of what the book says
is the proof of its truth.
-- Marcel Proust

The value of fiction is that ironically it helps us see the truths in ourselves? (:

So when I feel like I see parts of my life in a story, it's only because I'm reading a great piece of fiction that's teaching me more about myself.

And E reminded me of this great piece: Can Reading Make You Happier?

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