Changing the world one page at a time.

Melissa said she thought I’d be blogging a lot this week, since I’m by myself. I guess that was a possibility, but it doesn’t seem to have worked out that way. I’ve been cleaning the house and trying to watch Heathers (I have never seen it, but I still haven’t made it through the whole thing) and having dinner with my mom and other friends instead. It’s kind of been like a mini-vacation.

I had a conversation last night about my book club that was very encouraging. As the group has gelled and we have started digging more into the books, I have started to feel like I am actually changing the world a little bit. By the end of this year, we will have talked about religion, women in Afghanistan, death, adoption and Down Syndrome, women in China, the Crusades, the responsibilities of taking information to untouched communities, heaven . . . and that’s just this year alone. Almost every month, someone says, “I wouldn’t have read this if we weren’t reading it for this group.”

I believe that books can change the world, that reading is a tool against evil. I know that a lot of the Harry Potter bands joke about that (Fight Evil. Read Books) but I think it’s serious, too. Every once in a while, I read a book that actually changes my life. But usually, it’s the process of reading and then reading another book and then reading another book and thinking about them and talking about them that brings about change little by little. That can be a book club, or millions of people reading the newest Harry Potter, or just sharing a great book with a friend.

I love to read. I do it all the time. I forget that it takes me places I’ve never been, that it broadens my horizons. It’s nice to remember that the simple act of turning pages and telling someone about it can make a difference.

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