You’ve probably seen the above graphic floating around social media lately.
Books. We all love books. We love to read them, but there is also something special about the crispness of the paper on your fingers, that sound paper makes as you turn the page, and the smell of cracking open a new book.
Maybe these senses are special to us because we’ve linked them with books that moved us deeply. We remember how we opened one of those books for the first time and now we connect all of these senses with the excitement of a potential new adventure.
I have many books. Off the top of my head, I can think of six bookshelves in our house, five of which are from floor to ceiling. On those shelves, we have books vertically stacked, horizontally stacked, some are double stacked. The space above the vertical books has horizontal books slid into place. Let’s not talk about the stack of books beside my recliner.
Some of my favorite books:
- Mere Christianity by C. S. Lewis
- Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan
- Orthodoxy by G. K. Chesterton
- The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
- The Cost of Discipleship by Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Some of my favorite fantasy novels:
- The Hobbit & The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien
- The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis
- Mort by Terry Pratchett
- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
- Crystal Cave, etc. by Mary Stewart
- A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
- The Choose Your Own Adventure books
- Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs
- The Dragonlance books