If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.
Here I am again, with another post about reading. Or, in this case, rereading. My bookshelves are filled with "keepers." These are the books I can't part with, the ones I turn to again and again. These are the books that buoy me up when I am down, that bring laughter to my lips and tears to my eyes. These are the books of my heart.
What books do you read and then reread? Think of them and you will probably find insights in to your own character.
It is the same with friends. What friends do you know you can turn to at any time, for any reason? Friends and books just go together, don't they? They are both indispensable to happiness.
This I know for sure: my life would be barren without books and friends.