When I Was Young, Grown-Ups Told Me That Books Were Magic

And it was true: with a book, you could go back in time and hear a dead person talking to you in their own voice. People long gone came alive again through the written words they had left behind. You might not agree with what they had to say, but you could see what they thought, learn how they felt, and maybe relate. Maybe, even, learn something new about yourself that you didn’t know before. Books could leave you a different person than you were before you read them. Through books you could travel. You could hear of experiences you might have never even dreamed of, or visit places that filled you with wonder, be they real or imagined. You could feel the pain of unrequited love even if you’d never been in love yourself, or begin to understand grief before death visited you in real life for the first time. Books could prepare you for things. Your viewpoints might expand or be challenged. And if your own world was too much to bear, you could escape into a myriad others laid upon the…

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