When Books Become Bridges
My view out the window is different now. We’ve gone on vacation across the country to Virginia for a couple of weeks; though this is our second day here, I’ve gotten a different perspective on life and stories.
Naturally, I brought books with me on this trip (there are four in my carry-on!) Right now I’m reading Ship of Magic by Robin Hobb; it’s very long. Even though I started it at home, during the flight I only reached the midpoint.
Something bizarre happened with the book. Since I started it at home, it’s grown a connection to Boise. I read more Ship of Magic when overwhelmed on the first day here. It brought me peace when I struggled with jet lag and exhaustion after a long flight (does anyone sleep well in airplanes?)
Books are more than characters and pages; take one on a physical journey and it’ll develop unique magic. You find comfort reading familiar books in unfamiliar places. True to its name, Ship of Magic will bring me back; it’s become a bridge cross-country.
Have you taken a book on a trip where it gained new significance? I want to hear what happened!
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