Do you ever stop to think how books enlighten us? How they both entertain us and oftentimes enrich our lives?
Do you think about how books inform us and help us view the world?
Last night I finished “A Little Hope” by Ethan Joella. This particular man’s writing touches my heart and leaves imprints.
The book uses a set time, and during that time you are updated with all the characters as you turn the pages.
One by one you learn what’s happening to them and see how each of their stars are aligning.
This is a book where the characters are so fleshed out that you can almost see that character as it enters and leaves as you turn the page.
I can’t imagine not having these different characters enrich and compel my life. Inform me, show me a different way. Teach me.
For a time while I read a book, those characters are almost real to me. That’s if the writer is deft with their words and skillful with the way they build the narrative.
I can’t imagine not reading.
Not having a book on the night stand with a bookmark snug between the pages.
To not have that book waiting for me while I slide between the sheets, get comfortable, and reach for my reading glasses.
Touching a book, picking it up, flipping through the pages is like opening the door and inviting new people into my life.
“Come in, come in,” I’d say to them. “Before I start reading and get to know you, please come on in and sit down and let me get a look at you.”
What would I do without happening upon the wonderful turning of a phrase? One that touches me and makes me pause in order to think about it some more.
What is a book but a series of characters with stories that either make you want to get to know them or turn and walk away?
Almost like strangers you meet that you might become friends with. But you have to let a little time pass before you’re sure. To see who they are and how they engage with the world around them.
Reading is a soulful journey.
It is a trip you take with characters you’ll visualize but never truly know, but who you invite into your life until their story ends.
And then they fade away like a candle that’s finally burned out.
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.”
– George R.R. Martin