READ IT. READ IT. READ IT.

It's a book I've read countless of times and I don't know why it calls me constantly. I gave my last and recent copy to my niece. She says she's having a hard time reading it. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have given it to her. She said she enjoyed fiction. This is fiction but I like the final hidden message. She may not be into that.

I should have learned my last lesson. Years ago, I gave this book to someone to whom I cared deeply for. Someone, I was very much in love with and thought I was destined to be with in the end. In any case, this person was searching for some deeper meaning whatever that was because for all of us, its different. For all of us, it transpires differently. I have a couple of those to share at some point. But, when I read this book years, years ago, I remember closing it and thinking in some way, that was me and I had found my self through the book. My friend, on the other hand, I found out that it was not interesting. He actually thought that it was quite boring. He was into more self-help books which I think this book, rather is but under a guise of non-fiction. I later found that my gifted treasured book was never read and was given away to the library. I was not only mad but sad that something that meant so much meant so little to someone else. Here I am, giving away this book again.

I don't believe this book is very famous, although it was made into a movie. It was a lot different than the book and you know how that is always disappointing. So, I know I always read the book first! Always! Back to the point, this book for me is a keeper. I buy it over and over again. I appreciate it. I read it over, I highlight, I remember and I think.

I hope someone will see value in it. Someone who has that Mark Twain type of imagination, that wit and spunk of a Mark Twain tale and the need for a moral at the end of a story. I do. I need so much every day to make it through, to find a reason, to believe in anything or anyone.