I've found that in moments of sorrow, suffering, or a broken heart, I can find some small measure of comfort and solace in a book. Have you ever felt that way? To be able to escape into a book in times when you can't stand to exist in the consciousness of what happened is so welcome. Often when this happens, it is my old, worn copies of my favorite books that I turn to. There is just something comforting about those familiar stories and worlds, places and characters that I can melt into for a short space of time, feeling what they feel instead of the ache that I feel. Books are so wonderful this way.
What are some of your favorite comfort books? Below are a few of mine that I've revisited when times are hard. May you find some peace and hope in your favorite words.
|Top to Bottom: The Book Thief, These Is My Words, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Billy Collins' Sailing Alone Around the Room (poetry), Ella Enchanted (from when I was younger), Shiloh (also from childhood), Jane Eyre, and The Help.|