I've never been the kind of person who invests time trying new things; the world, to me, has always been horribly easy about change, leaving me in a constant state of yearning for stability and all things predictable. I prefer revisiting old experiences, cafés and bookshops, places I have been, known, and become familiar with. I like the security of knowing what I'm heading for.
Books have been, from a certain time early in my life, a familiar companion. Constantly looking for new books is actually, as I have recently come to realize, not an exception to my sense of security. Though never altogether in one single book, the calming sense of predictability is this: that somewhere, in some language, is a character who has the same brokenness, doubts and longings just as I have had. Suddenly my own life has also become predictable; some author has already imagined/experienced it all for me, and the future becomes slightly lucid.
It is absurd to say one's identity is in books, but I guess in my case it is reasonable to say that my sense of self is in a book somewhere. At least, at the age of 25, this is one of the many things I have come to believe.