This is a wonderful poem about how reading can change you. I loved it and felt that I had to share. It is along the lines of this post, but says nothing about knowledge. Just that books can change you.
I have read some books that stick with me for a long time. I will randomly think of certain passages in a book and be reminded of how it made me feel. Occasionally I’ll change the way I think about things.
Even when I reflect on how bad a book was, it makes me think. I think about what could have been better. I think about what went wrong. I think about the good parts of the story.
Each book has something for me to think about and each book changes me. I welcome the changes.