For many people literature was that first
friend...the first to talk to us, the first to understand us. Literature has
always been that kind of friend to me. And like any relationship... I watched
it grow, I watched it change. The union of literature to the “mainstream”...
was a hard thing to imagine. Reading was always this personal thing that
belonged to just me. Starting with “Harry Potter" and “Twilight” anyone
with a library card or a Nook could get a piece of Literature. I knew I was
gonna have to share...and that was hard to get used to. But just when I thought
I knew everything there is to know about literature, it found a way to surprise
me... and reminded me why I fell in love in the first place. I remembered the
exact day I fell in love with reading, and little did I know how much it would
be a part of my life. Literature was as young, naive... confused... sometimes
innocent, and sometimes as mischievous as I was. And as I grew up, literature
grew with me...and along the way it took on all my baggage, my dreams... I felt
literature and literature felt me. And I know that everyone who loves to read
feels the same way I do.
