“Books are a uniquely portable magic.” —Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir to the Craft
My iPhone suddenly stopped working today and you'd think I lost a limb. It was nearly that traumatic. Okay, not really. I was blessed (cursed?) with a flair for the dramatic. It did contribute mightily to my crankiness level which has been hovering way too high as of late. Then, thanks to our intern who may or may not have a birthday today, I read this and suddenly all was right with the world. I want to become a book ninja and spread literary joy far and wide. Who's with me?