She had forgotten how books could open the world and make it seem brand new. She’d forgotten that if you accepted the fact that anything might happen, it actually might. You might find a coin on the sidewalk that could grant your wishes, you might drink coffee with a stranger and tell him the story of your life, and when you left you might buy a dozen more books, the ones you loved most, the ones you read when you were ready to step into another life, the one where it just might be possible to have an open heart.
