Earlier this week a friend of min posted this picture on her Instagram account. The caption read:
I’d almost forgotten that I have two copies. The one to the right has been read countless times by me and my sisters. With every read, the spine bent just a bit more until pages 69 through 144 leaped out of the binding and into the dearest nooks in our hearts and minds reserved for good books- an irreversible transfer that takes place over the course of hours spent inhaling the intoxicating smell of paper.
What she wrote spoke so much truth. Those hours we invest in reading and rereading the works of beloved authors are not hours wasted. It’s time we spend fortifying out hearts and minds.
Do you have a much loved copy of a book?