#fallen asleep with a book in your hands #eaten dinner with a book propped up on a fruit bowl #hidden somewhere at a family gathering to read a book in peace and quiet
#walked into a pole because you were reading a book
And there are millions of teens who read because they are sad and lonely and enraged. They read because they live in an often-terrible world. They read because they believe, despite the callow protestations of certain adults, that books — especially the dark and dangerous ones — will save them.
As a child, I read because books – violent and not, blasphemous and not, terrifying and not – were the most loving and trustworthy things in my life. I read widely, and loved plenty of the classics so, yes, I recognized the domestic terrors faced by Louisa May Alcott’s March sisters. But I became the kid chased by werewolves, vampires, and evil clowns in Stephen King’s books. I read books about monsters and monstrous things, often written with monstrous language, because they taught me how to battle the real monsters in my life.
And now I write books for teenagers because I vividly remember what it felt like to be a teen facing everyday and epic dangers. I don’t write to protect them. It’s far too late for that. I write to give them weapons — in the form of words and ideas — that will help them fight their monsters. I write in blood because I remember what it felt like to bleed."
Metafilter member “the man of twists and turns” said: I’m going to stick this quote into every discussion of why libraries are important.
I say: Amen to that.
Repeating: “I’m going to stick this quote into every discussion of why libraries are important.”
Do you ever finish a really good book and then just sit there for a while in a book coma and you’re both really happy and sad at the same time and not sure what to do because you’re really pleased with having just read a fantastic book but really upset that you don’t get to live in the world of that book anymore so you sit there and stare into space for a while