A love letter to literature.

Blogging used to come easily to me. When I was a teenager, I'd sit down at my computer (family computer, dial-up internet) and write almost a post a day. Now I look back on those posts with the same horror everyone does when they see remnants of their former selves. Those posts are awful, but they're also great because they are totally unhampered by my own self-consciousness or hesitance. These days it's difficult to write a sentence without stopping, pausing, changing a word, or starting again altogether. I think that kind of honesty comes partly from anonymity, but also from having something to say. This is my first post here, and it's a love letter to books. I've loved books since I was a kid; ever since I can remember. Memories of books are linked to memories of my life, with phases and ages tied to the literature I devoured. Reading shapes you. It changes who you are inside, helps you to grow, to travel, and to dream. It gives you the chance to be something more.