I love books, but even more, I love the community that can build around them. Shared stories, each seen in a slightly different light, to be discussed and loved or hated forever. 😉
A while ago, I wrote a blog post about how my friends help me find good books, but lately I’ve been realizing how books themselves have helped me grow good friendships.
A few weeks ago, my mom finished reading aloud The Vanderbeekers and the Hidden Garden, a contemporary book about a family very much like ours. We enjoyed all the inside jokes about big family life and the bond the group of siblings shared. And we bonded together as siblings during read aloud sessions of this book and the first one. 😉
Last week, I finished buddy-reading Beautiful Blue World with my email friend Mikayla. We’re planning to have a Skype sometime this week so we can fangirl together in realtime. 😉 This book (and it’s sequel) was one of the first favorites we’ve shared, and we learned so much more about each other while discussing it.
I finished reading Lightporter (a humorous superhero book) aloud to one of my middle sisters sometime last week as well. It gave us our own “thing” to do together, and we’ve had a lot of fun fangirling, speculating, and laughing over this series. (And we’re eagerly awaiting book three. 😉 )
Over the years, I’ve shared many books with my family, and more lately I’ve branched out to buddy reading with friends. I can’t wait to see the relationships that form or strengthen through shared stories. ❤