I like to re-read books. Not all of them. Some books I can’t wait to finish because I’m only reading them to find out what happens and then I’ll discard them from my life and never think about them again.
But some books are like comfort food for my brain. I go back to them again and again and they make me feel cozy and take my mind off of things I should probably think about but don’t want to.
I owe so many happy hours to books. Thank you, books.
When I write one of my own, the dedication will be: ‘To Books.’