It's not even been released yet, but author Cheryl Strayed's new book, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, about her year-long personnel odyssey--and the healing it provided--had me hooked with this paragraph:
"But later I returned and bought the book. I couldn't explain it. Something bloomed inside me as I traced the jagged line of the trail with my finger."
What a wonderful description of the the worlds we can travel by reading.
Since I was a small girl, books have stirred my dreams, dreams that inspired action.
They still do.
"But later I returned and bought the book. I couldn't explain it. Something bloomed inside me as I traced the jagged line of the trail with my finger."
What a wonderful description of the the worlds we can travel by reading.
Since I was a small girl, books have stirred my dreams, dreams that inspired action.
They still do.
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