• A is for Agape

Books as Haven


I wander around from room to room, carrying one under my arm, as if I will have time to read it while I vacuum, while I pick up clothes, while I mediate the latest tussle. I found one tucked into my elbow as I opened the screen door to walk outside, on a small errand that would have me back inside in moments. I set it down hastily and grimaced at my inattention. I keep hoping for a moment to myself, the solitude, the quietude needed to flip through pages, immerse myself in plots.

Yet, here I am once more with a hard back comfortably tucked under my arm where it belongs, where it is safe, where it keeps me grounded, sure that the next time I have a moment I will be able to sneak back into its pages, wriggle into its depths, hide in its covers.

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