Is our melancholic love of books in the digital age just another reinterpretation of our nostalgia for home?
Today, I opened up a 1983 edition of Madeline L’Engle’s A Swiftly Tilting Planet (the third book in the A Wrinkle In Time trilogy) and almost tilted over myself.
Okay — that is a tiny exaggeration. But I wasn’t even able to move past the Table of Contents before I was overcome by a whoosh of emotion rushing through my chest and up into my throat.
“In this fateful hour…”
My pulse turned rapid.
“All Heaven with its power …”
The way I used to feel when a boy I liked was just about to kiss me.
“The sun with its brightness…”
Held my breath. Tried to steady myself.
“The snow with its whiteness…”
Leaned in. Closed my …
“The fire with all the strength it hath…”
And took a picture of it on instagram to share with all of you.
bib·lio·phile noun \ ˈbi-blē-ə-ˌfī(-ə)l\
: a person who loves or collects books
: me
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