Why literature will never die
             had an experience of what reading literature can be like, when I travelled in Kenya some years ago. I was taking a bus from Nairobi to Mombasa, an approximately 15 hour trip. We had been driving for about an hour or so, when a piece of paper was handed to me. I took a closer look at the paper, and realised it was the first page of an English paperback novel. I looked around and noticed that in the seats in front of me everybody had a page of the novel, when they finished the page they passed it to the person next to them. I read my page and gave it to the woman sitting beside me, and I received a new page. I can't recall what the novel was about, but I remember sharing the joy of reading the same book as the rest of the people on the bus, and an interesting discussion of Kenyan and European society with the woman next to me. When we arrived at the final destination, the man who owned the book collected the pages and people disappeared.
             Literature give the readers an opportunity to see through the same lens as the writer, but leaves us to interpret the meaning the words. You cannot ask the author of a novel what he/she wants to express in the text. With this freedom to form our own interpretation of what we can use the written words to, we can e.g. picture the what the characters look like and make the story more personal than in movies, where the director has chosen the cast of characters for us. But why bother reading the book, when a director and his film crew have made an visual and auditory interpretation of the same story? Though many people have exchanged reading books for watching T.V. I never will, because reading uncovers an imaginary world, in which I can picture myself as a hobbit in the world of Tolkien or a woman in the 18th century England. It is in the power of my imagination to use what the author tells me of the c
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