*Reminder - Why We Read

I came across Anne Lamott’s letter today written for children as an ode to reading of sorts. There’s no reason to encourage me anymore to read. As you can tell from the blog, I go through books like they’re on fire. The need to devour the stories held between the pages feels like a calling that I can’t ignore. I was meant for other-worldly things. The truth is, we all were, and if the only way we can experience that in the lives we’re living now is to read, then that is what I’ll do.

If you’re a reader, keep this one close…

Hi You,

I really want you to hear what I am going to say, because I think it is the truth. Okay? I’ll make it fast.

If you love to read, or learn to love reading, you will have an amazing life. Period. Life will always have hardships, pressure, and incredibly annoying people, but books will make it all worthwhile. In books, you will find your North Star, and you will find you, which is why you are here.

Books are paper ships, to all the worlds, to ancient Egypt, outer space, eternity, into the childhood of your favorite musician, and — the most precious stunning journey of all — into your own heart, your own family, your own history and future and body.

Out of these flat almost two-dimensional boxes of paper will spring mountains, lions, concerts, galaxies, heroes. You will meet people who have been all but destroyed, who have risen up and will bring you with them. Books and stories are medicine, plaster casts for broken lives and hearts, slings for weakened spirits. And in reading, you will laugh harder than you ever imagined laughing, and this will be magic, heaven, and salvation. I promise.

Okay? Deal?

Love you,

Anne Lamott