the importance of good books



I do not love the moon. But I love the way it looks, when rising over water, all watery; and the way it is silence and sorrow over empty dark hills. I love the broken moth image of it in daylight, and the throb of childhood magic it has at sleepless midnights.

I love the face of a lover who is looking at the object of their happiness. Husband, mother, sailor at the edge of ocean ... The way their eyes fill and change like the moon does, imbued with their beloved; the way they merge and grow and pulse to an echoing beat.

This is why I tell my child to read mostly the good books.

Sweetheart, you become what you love.

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