Little Women and Black Beauty were the first two big books that I ever read. I was 8 and these books had no pictures, just words, words, words. Here is what I discovered.
Opening a new book was like crossing a threshold into somebody else’s world. As long as I stayed in that world, I had new friends, saw new things, discovered new experiences. It was like being invited to spend a vacation with people you had never met before doing new and wonderful things.
Finishing the book was like saying good-bye. Everyone hates good-byes. But saying good-bye to a book – as hard as that can be – has one saving grace. You can go back anytime you like. Once a book is published, everyone has a standing invitation to visit anytime.
Oh – and there were pictures. I found them – in the words. Full color. Wide screen. Limited only by my imagination.
I discovered the joy of reading when I was 8. And I knew then, that someday, somehow, I wanted to be able to open a door for someone else. Issue an invitation. A standing invitation.
Come on in! Welcome to my world!
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