reading

I felt a connective and humanizing resonance in books: I wasn’t alone in my aloneness. I wasn’t alone in my longing for love. I wasn’t alone in my fear of being rejected, my fear of never finding my place, my fear of failing. The snarl of my journey was untangled and laid out clearly by books.

In the great classics, there were so many moments for me to divest my age, my town, my skin, so many moments to be part of a universal conversation.

As I read, I began to understand that all the great works wrangled with big questions, important questions: our place in the world, the value of our experience, the fairness and meaning of our suffering, our quest for love and belonging.

Read the kind of work you’d like to write. Read good literature and bad, fiction and fact. Read every day and learn from what you read.

He read the way free-range cows graze, moving to wherever the grass is greenest.