Franz Kafka believed that reading books that wound and stab us will melt the frozen sea within us to connect us with our soul.
I agree that books have the power to move people physically and emotionally. Some do sting and others do wound as beliefs are changed and values are questioned. I wouldn’t go as far as to assert that everyone has a frozen sea within them but then again I may not be quite getting what he’s trying to say. Not everyone lives in existential crisis mode all the time.
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“Hey, Regina, the bus is coming!”
“Hey, are you listening to me? I said the bus is coming!”
I look up to see the annoyed look on my friend’s face, a frown creasing her forehead. She was already on her feet, school bag slung over her shoulder.
My upturned face must have been a mask of puzzlement. Rudely interrupted from the alternative world I’d been immersed in whilst waiting for the school bus, I felt disoriented and struggled for a moment to return to reality.
Looking past my friend’s shoulder I see the red school bus hurtling down the hill to our stop.
“Where were you? I was calling for like about 5 minutes!” she cries.
“I didn’t hear you at all,” I say, hurriedly getting up from the wooden bench, picking up my bag and throwing the book inside.
“That must be a good book,” she laughs.
The bus stops, the pneumatic doors open outwards and we both climb in.
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