In this recent post on her blog, Katrina Kennison, author of The Gift of an Ordinary Day: A Mother’s Memoir and Mitten Strings for God: Reflections for Mothers in a Hurry,
wrote about how she recently holed up at her mother’s house in her old room for three weeks in order to write her next book. Her entire post is great, but this part especially resonated with me:
“We read,” wrote C. S. Lewis. “to remember that we are not alone.” It is also why we write. To remember that we have much to learn from our most difficult conversations with ourselves and with each other. And that in sharing the truth of who we are and how we struggle, we remind another struggling someone that they do not journey alone.
Does it also resonate with you? Feel free to share… I know most of you peeps are avid readers too.