What’s a book that made you fall in love with language for the first time?
Not the one you were assigned.
Not the one you skimmed for a test.
The one that made you pause mid-sentence and think,
oh… words can do that.
Maybe it was a line you reread three times.
Maybe it felt like someone reached into your chest and named something you’d never said out loud.
📖 What was it?
And if you remember—how old were you when it found you?
(There’s no wrong answer here. Just stories wearing book covers.)