Love of Books, Books of Love
In writing my book about the college transition, I have a part in a chapter about how books really helped me grow and mature. There was a time when I was 18 and 19 that I basically had to rethink everything that I believed and why. I guess I had an identity crisis of massive proportion. In the midst of that, I think a good word for me then would have been vulnerable. Like a tortoise without a shell, I was exposed. This made it hard for me to be at ease and relaxed with people...even people who had shown no inclination to wish me ill. Books were kind of like a pet. They gave me love and expected little in return. The idea that someone would share information, knowledge, and wisdom with me, and I didn't have to do much back besides buying a book or checking it out of a library, was a great deal. Over the years, I have developed a "Book Hall of Fame" in our library. On this one shelf are the books that have made a major difference in my life. All of the books are Christian.