When I started this exercise, I thought I might have some trouble enumerating all the objects of my gratitude, since I had been so focused on the negative for so long. Not so! Today’s entry is another easy one: I am grateful for books. I love words and stories, paper and ink, the sound of a new book’s spine as it is first opened, the smell of an old book’s pages. I believe in literacy and libraries, in the power of the written word to inspire and to inflame. I learned to read when I was 3 years old, and since then it has been my fondest hobby. It is the greatest luck that I find myself with a career in libraries so I can live my passion every day.
(This entry is part of one month of gratitude.)