Books are a UNIQUELY portable magic.
I am not the most social person. I’m shy and awkward. I like to listen more than I like to talk. (This is true, regardless of what my husband says.) Having a book in hand becomes an escape route, where I can disappear into another world or someone else’s story and avoid those awkward conversations where I tell people I’m a writer and they stare blankly back.
But books are magic for another reason. They’re also often a connection to another person. I’m the geek in the bookstore who, if I see you flipping through a book I’ve read, will approach and tell you my thoughts on it. If you’re not spooked by a total stranger, you’ll smile, and we’ll chat about the book as if we’ve known each other for years. Sure, it’s not Harry Potter wand magic, but it’s magic all the same.