The Echo of Old Books

by Barbara Davis

There is nothing quite so alive as a book that has been well loved.

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.”

But both things can’t be true, can they? People rewrite history, Ashlyn. They clean up their messes, often by dumping them over someone else’s fence. I’m pretty sure that’s what we’ve been reading. Two people trying to tidy up an ugly breakup.”

this is soooo correct.

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.