Why I love books

One of my favorite books that I read as a child was The Wishing Chair by Enid Blyton. As the title suggests, it was about kids who discover a chair with wings that could fly. I absolutely loved the idea of being able to take flight and go anywhere anytime I wanted. As a grew up, I realized that books were my wishing chair. They allowed me to be transported anywhere anytime. I remember many books that were turning points for my way of thinking. Books that flipped my perspective on its ear. The more I read the more I love being transported and transformed. I appreciate the craft of using words to evoke such powerful experiences. Having a command of language that pulls you toward an idea or emotions, and culls away debris to make way for moving experiences. All that I've read has inspired me to create characters and stories of my own. There are characters that will come to me and story plots that start to form for those characters to live in. There is also such value that books add to cultural understanding and social movements. They create a window into the lived human experience. They allow for recognizing our sameness rather than being bogged down in our differences and differentness. This is why I love books. As James Baldwin once said, “It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.”