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. Continue reading