Monday Musings // Souls of Ink

 Reading is not speaking the words of a book to yourself in your head. 
               It's listening.

A good book doesn't use words to tell you something. In fact, it shouldn't be saying anything at all. It should be showing you a sunset. Playing the music of ocean waves. There should be rain on your upturned face. The sound of trees in the wind in your ears. Dirt beneath your fingernails.
The pages flutter around you like fallen leaves. You don't watch them spiral one by one--marking the turn of each page--but let yourself hear their whispers as they fall. Their light touch upon your cheek.
A good book isn't paper between leather.
It's a soul. 
Bound. 
Silenced until its cell is opened. And once opened, that soul becomes part of your own. 
Even if you close it again.

~The Scribbler in the Attic