“One must be careful of books, and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
~ Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices
I have sought solace in books my entire life. Such friends they’ve been. In my darkest days they sustained me, brought wisdom, and showed me another way of looking at the world. In better seasons they’ve delighted me; transported me to times and places I’ll never otherwise inhabit; and introduced me to real and fictional people who are very much alive during the time I’m reading about them.
I wrote a book and, in the process of writing it, came to a deeper understanding about my story and those who played supporting roles. After it was released into the world it gifted me with connections to generous readers who shared their own stories with me, along with laughter, tears, and the connection that comes when we drop our masks and share honestly with one another.
This morning, still a bit under the weather, I made a list of five things I hope to accomplish today. Chances are good that some items will not be crossed off the list today as I choose instead to rest with a quilt and the comfort of a book.