For as long as I can remember, I loved the library. In elementary school, my mom, peeking out from behind the book stacks, would watch me follow the librarian around from section to section, asking for one more story for this week’s haul. I would leave with a pile of books taller than me, and I couldn’t wait to flip through those pages and travel through time and space to land in the heart and soul of someone’s journey. Always learning something about them, and often learning something about myself in the process too.

Although I read non-fiction as an adult, I adore fiction. Those imaginary tales take you to places you’ve never been and introduce you to lives you’ve never lived. Gaining empathy and self-awareness and emotional intelligence along the way.

I recently finished a book that will stay with me forever. A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara. It is a tragic and beautiful saga of friends who are family, the highs and lows of life’s journey and how mental health is affected by trauma. I have never read a more apt description of how a mind can struggle. The heaviest subjects were transcribed in the most eloquent way making me feel like the characters were folks I had met in person. People I grew to love. I will never forget this story.

What book changed your life? Or changed your mind? Made you see things differently? Made you understand that perspective comes from experience, and everyone brings different encounters to the table? Our opinions and values and beliefs are stamped with everything woven into the tapestry of our mind. We are all more alike than different in this way.

What will we offer our mind next? And once we know better, how can we do better?