I feel goosebumps when I know I am reading a dead author. Yet there she is, talking to me. Her mind is as lucid as ever. She says, “I love you, I love humanity, and that is why I leave this behind for the countless humans to come after me.”
Ooh that is really beautiful... it is one of the biggest reasons I LOVE my books, they are not inanimate objects but the distilled wisdom and being of that person, the author.