Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast— Act 2 scene 2
The book of lost things. Why read it, you ask? It takes you on an adventure. It brings out your inner child. It makes you face your fears. It makes you laugh. It makes you cry. It makes you appreciate imagination in a whole new light.