The magic of a story weaves its way into the mind, opening it to new ideas, filling it with dreams, subtly imparting a lesson.
Books are a simple pleasure, easily enjoyed by all. Some are a personal treasure, best savored alone; others grow even more satisfying when shared. Those leftover from my own childhood provide a meeting place for my daughters and I as we laugh over Anne’s escapades at Green Gables, follow Pippi Longstocking’s adventures, and share tears when A Little Princess learns of her father’s death or when Laura’s dog Jack wags his tail for the last time.
Whether it’s my old favorite or their latest find, reading brings us to common ground, where words on a page intermingle with our own imaginations and create new memories that bind us together.
This post is linked to Finer Things Friday.