I am grateful for books. Duh. You were waiting for this, right?
This post could go on for days. Books give me something to do (write them), something to think about (teach them), and somewhere to go, to escape and/or hide. Books were my first friends--isn't that sad? But they were. And still are.
Instead of rambling forever, here's a quotation that, for me, is exactly the essence of books. JK Rowling deserves a medal for these paragraphs alone. Be glad you never had to endure a gratitude post about HP.
"Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.
"Of course it is happening in your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that is it not real?" (DH, 723)
I know, I know: flurry of entries at the end. Now gratitude month is over, friends, and I am sad. Next month: GIFTS. And giveaway gifts, too! Stay tuned for more nerdy, wordy craziness.
Peace out!
I still get goosebumps when I read that part. Chills. Love it. It's so dreamer-writer-reader, like us.
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit pissy because I am following your blog and it is just now showing up on my Google page. Not your problem but just venting.