In books . . .

In books . . .

In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own. I learned who I was and who I wanted to be, what I might aspire to, and what I might dare to dream about my world and myself. More powerfully and persuasively than from the “shalt nots” of the Ten Commandments, I learned the difference between good and evil, right and wrong. One of my favorite childhood books, A Wrinkle in Time, described that evil, that wrong, existing in a different dimension from our own. But I felt that I, too, existed much of the time in a different dimension from everyone else I knew. There was waking and there was sleeping. And then there were books, a kind of parallel universe in which anything might happen and frequent universe in which I might be a newcomer but was never really a stranger. My real, true world. My perfect island.

-Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life (1998)

11 thoughts on “In books . . .

  1. I wholeheartedly agree. I tell my students (at risk k-6) that books can take them anywhere.

    ‘A Wrinkle in Time’ is still one of my all time favorites. When I first read it as an adolescent, it made me believe that I could do anything.

  2. A Wrinkle in Time is one of my favorites too. I suppose child readers often get described as being in their own world, and it’s true, in way! Thanks for posting this!

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