I've been thinking about this a bit more as I've returned to my childhood bedroom. There are books there that haven't been touched for years (I, regrettably, can't take my entire personal library with me wherever I go (I know it's better for the environment and less expensive, but I can't get over the sensation of having a physical book in hand)). I've even reread a few since coming back. Like old friends you don't talk to as often as you used to, but with some magical ease you reconnect as if no time has passed. You just pick up wherever you left the bookmark. I've also been thinking about this as I swap recommendations with friends. Hearing what they get out of the same books I love is a fascinating experience. It warms me when they speak to something I also cherish in the book. It excites me when they note something I missed or maybe didn't appreciate on my first read.
This is just kinda short and sappy, mainly because I have other things I want to write
It's a holiday weekend. Whether you're spending time with family, or friends, or alone; heading to the beach; stuck at work; no matter what, try and find some time to crack open a book. You won't regret it.
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