"Books are the plane, and the train, and the road.
They are the destination, and the journey.
They are home."
Anna Quindlen
Granted a card to a Chicago Branch Library was emancipation from the darkness cramping my mind. Obtained in the second or third grade, exciting adventure lured me into the possibility of expansion. Introduction to amazing characters alerted me to the hope of changing, improving and surviving.
Reading has been an escape. The survival of fictional characters and case histories of psychological growth, encouraged my desire for emotional clarity. Books opened passage ways by offering knowledge of healing, and expansion. Stories whether fiction or non-fiction escorted me on my twisting and turning path.
My passion for reading spilled over into prolific writing. The ability to create after reading stimulating scenarios, added to my life's journey. Eventually, self-imposed barriers were lowered allowing for artistic pleasure without censorship. My true home, perhaps, is in the archives of books carefully stacked within my mind.
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