“I think fiction may be, whatever else, an exercise in the capacity for imaginative love, or sympathy, or identification.”
— Marilynn Robinson, When I Was a Child I Read Books

Pile of fiction books with basket and moon snail shells

“. . . I belong to the community of the written word in several ways.  First, books have taught me most of what I know, and they have trained my attention and my imagination.  Second, they gave me a sense of the possible, which is the great service — and too often, when it ungenerous, the great disservice — a community performs for its members.  Third, they embodied richness and refinement of language, and the artful use of language in the service of the imagination.  Fourth, they gave me and still give me courage.”
— Marilynn Robinson, When I Was a Child I Read Books

I recently read a charming picture book that celebrates the love of books, the printed word, reading, writing, and libraries.  The Fantastic Flying Books of Morris Lessmore by William Joyce became the basis for an Academy-Award winning short film.  Both are real treats for book lovers.

Do read the book, but if you can’t do that, then take 15 minutes to watch this short, silent film at this link.