I have been recently reading the Amazon blog of Brian Sibley, who wrote the marvelous BBC audio adaptation of "The Lord of The Rings." His latest post, "The Balm of Books," has been an important reminder of why I read, why stories are important in our lives.
Those books that reach furthest back into our formative years are really time machines carrying with them, pressed like flowers between their pages, memories of reading them for the first time - even, perhaps, evoking a remembered sense of taste and smell.
They are like balm for wounds; like a restorative tonic for those days when we are physically, mentally, spiritually “out of sorts”. Or so it seems to me…