When we read, we build a world in our minds, that of the book we are reading. That picture is ours and ours alone. We can make it whatever we want. We can live, for a while, in that world, be a part of it. Escape our own existence. That is why I love reading.
I have written before about Flame Tree notebooks, showing gorgeous bookshelves:
Today I found these ones, which perfectly describe the feeling of escaping into another world, a world that is just yours, when you read a book.