I’m figuring that basically everyone who is reading this blog is someone who knows me at least a little bit. Therefore, with that assumption in mind, I’m going to venture that everyone reading also realizes how much I adore books.
I don’t know if I can even explain why I love books so much. I have many moving thoughts and emotions about this subject, but what I write and what you read could be totally different. And a weird feeling just swept over me, because this feeling of inadequacy must be what authors feel all the time. Thankfully, they appear able to conquer it long enough to write something fantastic.
That’s what books are. Fantastic, sandwiched between a cover. I must admit, I always picture the Reading Rainbow popping out of every book I open, because so much can be hidden in the words.New worlds, captivating characters, struggles, everyday love, the fantastic and the ordinary, inspiration, and life. It’s all there, plainly condensed into a small, travel size package
So, while it may seem as though I’m stuck in Greenville, with my new library card and some extra time, I have and will experience things that you will not believe.
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