During times of great difficulty, violence, and darkness in the world, I feel extra grateful to be a bookaholic, don’t you? Passionate readers of fiction are the luckiest people in the world. With just one book, we can love, laugh, learn, cry, escape and love again – all without harm.
The imagination is a powerful, miraculous coping mechanism. We take our ability to read for granted. Something so “simple” as reading is like the eighth wonder of the world: a gateway into our incredible, protective imaginations.
Take a moment with me to breathe, and to feel truly grateful for being a reader.
That’s all I’ve got for now. That, and lots of love and warm hugs.
All of My Heart,