The fact that you can read a book written by someone who has been dead for two centuries and feel less alone than you do in most rooms full of living people is either the most beautiful or the most heartbreaking thing about literature and I genuinely cannot decide which.
get a library card. lie about your address and get more library cards. pirate stuff. access project gutenberg websites for other countries. talk incessantly about the books you love. buy the ones you can't live without. speak with authors. go fucking WILD