📚✨Book Day
To the one who waits in silence on a dusty shelf or nightstand edge, weathered or pristine, dog-eared or crisp, you are both anchor and escape.
You are weight in the hand and wings in the mind. A doorway made of ink. A friend who speaks only when I’m ready to listen. A keeper of secrets and storms.
In your pages I’ve traveled galaxies, fought beside rebels, dined with kings, stood in the rain with strangers who knew my heart better than I ever dared to know it myself.
You’ve taught me how to mourn and how to rise, how to ask the question no one else will, how to see the world not just as it is, but as it could be.
You never judged the way we read you— under blankets with a flashlight, on the bus, half-asleep, out loud to someone we love, or in silence, when the world felt too loud.
And still you wait. Patient. Infinite. Ready to be read again, and changed... because we have changed.
So on this day, I raise my metaphorical glass (or literal cup of tea) to every author who dared to write, to every reader who dared to feel, and to you, book! Ordinary, extraordinary book! For being there when I needed you most. And even when I didn’t know I did.
Happy World Book Day 🌍📖 May our shelves never be too full, and our hearts never too closed to open one more story :)
[The Book Hunters by Gordon Grant]
