To some, you’re just ink on paper, just a random arrangement of letters. But to me, you’re so much more.
Over the course of my life, you’ve given me special memories. Reading on the farm. Reading stories that remain with me still. Stories that have changed my life for the better.
You’ve let me go on adventures I would’ve never been able to go on had I not entered your pages. Adventures with dragons, half-bloods, the Fellowship, Narnians, ranger’s apprentices, woodland animals, wizards, ordinary people. You’ve shown me that anything is possible in your pages. Lives changed, battles fought, people brought together, friendships forged, identities found. You’ve introduced me to worlds I might not have thought possible otherwise.
You’ve helped me make friends. I’ve gone on adventures with so many people: Harry, Frodo, Percy, Will, Lyra, Amir, the Pevensies, and so many others. And through these adventures, I’ve gained friends. Not just the characters you’ve introduced me to, but other people who have loved those characters, too.
George R. R. Martin once said: “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.” And I’d have to say that I agree with him. For through you, I’ve lived lives I wouldn’t have if I’d never given you a chance. I’ve taken on roles not possible in my own world. Hobbit. Dragon Rider. Witch. Ranger’s Apprentice. Half-Blood. Redwaller. An American Girl.
And because of you, I know there’s so much more than my little corner of the world.
Thank you for all the memories. Thank you for the adventures. Thank you for the friendships. Thank you for the lifetimes.
Wherever I go, I’ll carry the stories and adventures you’ve taken me on. And I will hold those stories in my heart.
Love, a girl who fell in love between your pages