I recently finished reading 13 reasons why and while the ending somehow still managed to fill me with dread and melancholy, I couldn't help but marvel at the way in which they'd translated something so sensitive into something so powerful and inspirational. Now of course I couldn't just move on with my life after being finished with it (can anyone ever?!) so I researched about anything and everything related to it. Critics stated that it wasn't handled in the best way, that it could be triggering and a lot of other things. They may or may not be right but all I knew is that the old me had a very simplistic, black and white opinion of the issue. Suicide is wrong and cowardly and that's it. I wouldn't say my opinion has changed but it has certainly gained a lot of depth. It was just so moving to actually watch the reasons unfold, the puzzle pieces fitting together to reveal the picture as to why someone would take such a drastic step. But above all, I believed the message there was simply that we never know what is going on in someone's life and how much we're affecting them so why not just be kind?! As it's said, if it doesn't make the world a better place, don't do it. And if even 1% of us could understand the message and implement it even 1% of the times in our life, wouldn't the world be a better place already?! And after this train of thought was over, I sat down and reminisced about how many books over the years had moulded my thoughts, reformed my opinions and turned me into the person I am today. There's all kinds of experiences waiting in the big, bad world but for a lot of people, including me, books became the inspiration for me to be my best self through all these experiences. I remember the transition of my beliefs, right from reading fairytales to reading novels like wuthering heights and gone with the wind and the fault in our stars, which taught me that things don't always work out the way we wanted and believed and all any of us can do is just make the best with what we're given because maybe the cliche is true, "it's not about the destination, it's about the journey." Harry Potter, that made me sure of the fact that there has to be some form of magic somewhere out in this world (and risk bumping my head and passing out by running smack into platform nine and three quarters). Twilight, that made me believe in, well, vampires (and that I'd definitely like to be one and read minds or see the future and be pretty and not grow old)! All the books by dan brown that feature Robert Langdon as the protagonist that gave me some serious career goals... We must read countless books in our lifetime and each one of them leaves its mark on us (most are blessings, some are unfortunately scars because well they can't all be good). The whole process seems magical to me itself... the sacrifice of a tree, its metamorphosis into paper, the magical spell performed by wizards to turn the marks on paper into breathtakingly stunning and riveting words and phrases that stay with us long after we've set eyes on them... every part is so fascinating!! All diplomacy aside, I just cannot help but feel sorry for people who haven't been bitten by the bookworm.. what a normal and boring life it must be to not completely immerse oneself and be wholly obsessed with a fictional world (but with the capability to instil very real emotions)... so if reading books is the only superpower I'll ever have, that'll be everything I want and even more!!!