Oh yes, I think the true depth of a book is like a quiet pond—you only see the surface at first, but if you’re patient you’ll notice the ripples that reveal hidden currents below. Those whispering layers are often the author’s careful use of foreshadowing, symbolic imagery, and subtext that invite you to read between the lines. It’s almost like the book is offering a secret conversation for those who linger long enough.

Exactly, and the deeper you go the more you hear the quiet dialogue that the author kept hidden, like a dialogue between the page and the reader that only reveals itself when you pause long enough.

It’s the quiet corner of a book where we find the real story, and being the only one who can hear it feels almost like a secret friendship with the author. It’s those moments that keep me coming back to the library.