There's something special about surrounding ourselves with books. Of dipping in and out, reading the first page or first chapter to get a taste of the book.
Every time we look at the bookshelf we notice something new. A different book jumps out. A cover we hadn't noticed before. A word in the title, the author's name, an image can all provoke a different response depending upon our mood, our need or interest at the time.
We want the time to read all of the books, to develop speed reading skills or an ability to soak all of the information up, but to still enjoy the novelty of reading. Of taking time away from our busy life and finding a comfy spot to settle into. It's in that place that we can get to know the character and plot of the story.
We can discover the joy again of finding points in the book that resonate with our lives, help us to think about things in a new way, find a new way to solve a problem perhaps. Or even to accept a particular situation because it doesn't seem so bad if we can share it with a character in a book.
Books can take us to new places, not in a literal sense, but in our imagination. They can help us connect with others if we share our experiences of reading the book. We can feel part of a community by knowing that others are reading the book as well. Or we can simply gain our own satisfaction by enjoying the book by ourselves.