Books are proof that humans can do magic.

With nothing but ink and imagination, we can build worlds. Entire universes fit inside a few hundred pages. Books can send us to the past, leap into the future, or take us to places we’ve never dreamed of. And sometimes, they don’t take us anywhere, at all—they bring us back to ourselves.

Books speak every language of the heart. They teach, comfort, challenge, and heal. They are letters from strangers who somehow understand us better than we understand ourselves. In the quiet of the pages, we meet characters who feel like family, walk streets that feel familiar, and live a thousand lives without leaving our chair.

Think about it: someone once sat alone, with only a pen and a heart full of feelings, and created something that would later make a child smile, a grown-up cry, or a stranger feel seen.

Isn’t that magic?

The world is busy. Life can be loud. But a book is a doorway we can open anytime—to escape, to reflect, to remember, or to hope.

And maybe that’s why I believe in books so deeply. Because they are proof that we, as humans, can still create beauty from chaos. We can turn thoughts into stories, and stories into something that lasts.

That’s the same reason I wrote Vico’s Christmas Storybook. Not just because of the holiday, but because I wanted to hold onto real moments and share them with others. The book is available on Amazon, for anyone who still believes in the quiet, beautiful magic that lives in stories.

GK