The Echo of Old Books

by Barbara Davis

There is nothing quite so alive as a book that has been well loved. —Ashlyn Greer,

There’s nothing more personal than a book, especially one that’s become an important part of someone’s life.”

“Books are feelings,” he replied simply. “They exist to make us feel. To connect us to what’s inside, sometimes to things we don’t even know are there. It only makes sense that some of what we feel when we’re reading would . . . rub off.”

Without a reader, a book was a blank slate, an object with no breath or pulse of its own. But once a book became part of someone’s world, it came to life, with a past and a present—and, if properly cared for, a future.

We read not to escape life but to learn how to live it more deeply and richly, to experience the world through the eyes of the other.

In the happiest times of my life, I have reached for my books. In the saddest times of my life, my books have reached back.

Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. —Charles W.