Every now and then I come across a book I enjoy so much it feels ticklish inside. A very warm feeling of goodness. “How to Write a Sentence” by Stanley Fish is one of them. I am reading it right now. “Peace Like a River” by Leif Enger is another, read it earlier this year. Some day I will write more about it.
Another one is “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield. Over the years I got to read many books that wrapped me in that blanket of absolute pleasure where fingers clasp around the covers and you feel that the world will come at an absolute and sudden cold stop should you consider putting the book aside for a moment. Yet the goodness is complete when at the end of the book you don’t feel regret for not having more but deep satisfaction for having something so amazing enrich your life. A really good book leaves me complete of its words and ideas. Because the way I see it is that if you love a book that much your life changes with reading it. The way you wake up the next morning and every morning after that will be changed forever. The way you choose and read another book is changed forever. Because you’ve grown through it.
I see no point in describing the elements of what I call a really good book. Maybe at some point I will. Books are of different kinds, they can be fictional or descriptive, they can teach or they can take you places, but what stands out is what you can’t see, the feeling inside. Of course it’s utterly subjective. Because we’re all different. And a really good book makes you see through, it resonates with the world inside you and it feeds your soul.
A really good book makes my heart dance.
Please feel free to add your really good books. This is by all means an ever growing list.