I read books like they are the last pieces of driftwood and I am drowning.Â They are my lifeline, inspiration, education, and friends.Â I learned to read before I went to school, my parents forming letters and words, using the Baha’i Writings and endless books to teach me.Â I learned to write much more sloppily.Â But this is not about writing, it is about reading.
I have read so many books that I forget if I’ve read something before, sometimes.Â Half of my high school library collection was devoured in the four years that I was there.Â I think I was voted “Most likely to become a librarian” in an informal class poll.
One of my favorite passages from a fictional book comes from The History of Love:
“Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist.Â There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination.Â From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written, or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world.Â And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact.”
Everyone needs to read beautiful things.
What a lovely post!
And, that quote!!
Gotta read that book…
i loved ‘the history of love’. if you haven’t you should read ‘extremely loud and incredibly close’. the author is married to the author of ‘the history of love’. the books… feel similar.
I actually heard that the books are similar…I will check it out, thanks Amy!
There is a saying that goes like “known is a drop , unknown is an ocean” . Through Creativity /Arts/Spirituality we can Find God in the whispers of the breeze in the calm summer mornings or while colliding sub atomic particles at speeds of light or strumming the guitar while no ones listening but yourself…
I remember once getting about halfway into a book before suddenly realizing why it seemed so eerily familiar. I’d read it before.