“The best moments in reading are when you come across something—a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things—which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.”— Alan Bennett
I love books. All kinds of books, but most especially the magical kind, the kind that create their own worlds and make you a part of them as you read. The kind that make you feel like crying when you finish them, because now you must go back to the real world. My mother taught me to read when I was four years old and it has been the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. I discovered “The Lord of the Rings” when I was in fifth grade and wished with all of my heart that I could live in Middle Earth. Elves, Dwarfs, mighty heroes, daring princesses and brave, young hobbits took up residence in my imagination and have been there ever since. I went on to read Madeleine L’Engle, Isaac Asimov, C.S. Lewis, Andre Norton, Terry Brooks, and Patricia McKillip. Each author had their own voice, their own beautiful way of bringing you into their worlds and making you a part of them. I have read so many books by so many authors, that I really can’t narrow my favorites down to less than ten, but that is a good thing. I’m always looking for my next favorite new book, so if anyone out there has any recommendations, I would love to hear them!