Reasons to read

How many people do you love? How many friends? Family? Lovers?

There's a number on how much people you can love? There's a limit? A difference in love? Or love is just love, independent of the type?

What is the difference in loving a friend or a family member? The world for some, nothing at all for others. After all, our close friends are the family we choose, right?

And what about a friend and a lover? It's just the attraction that makes the difference? Or there's something more consuming in one than in the other? Some possession that allows us to be able to share friends and not even thinking about sharing lovers.

And if a lover is just a friend that we might be attracted to, it's only the lust that makes it different? So can you love more people if you don't feel attracted to then? But if you do, you can only love one? 

Or can you be attracted and love more than one person? And is that livable or insecurity and jealousy completely shut down any viable option? Is this book just fiction or are there real people just loving each other without concerns on how it's supposed to be? Just loving and sharing because it feels good, without concerns that they don't fit in the typified boxes that society relentless try to put us in?  

I wonder...