The written word is an under-rated, marvelous medium. As a young boy, I voraciously devoured book after book—each one transporting me to a new and wonderful world. I own perhaps three hundred books, although I've never gotten around to cataloguing them as I did my music collection. Some nights, I desire nothing more than a fine glass of wine, a good book, and music playing on the stereo.
In addition to my enjoyment of reading, I have been known to dabble in writing. Nothing published or even impressive. Just a short story there, a poem here.
Here are some other's words I find meaningful or amusing:
It's possible you're saying to yourself, "Who reads books when we have modern television and movies to entertain us? Where's the value in words?" Well, here's the value of words.
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