Haunting BooksI've often wondered why I keep coming back to some books. Over and over again. I'd voraciously read them as if I've never read them before. Even if I know what's going to happen. Even if I know what they will say. I keep reading them.
Walt Disney's Peter Pan
My first bedtime story that I could remember.
There's a Nightmare in my Closet
When I started hiding in closets.
Peter Pan by JM Barrie
Sometime in grade school.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
A book report in grade school.
Alice Through the Looking Glass
A book report the year after.
The Bridge Across Forever by Richard Bach
Junior year in high school.
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Freshman year in uni.
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Senior year in uni.
Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder
My formative years as a twenty-something.
The True Story of the Three Little Pigs by Jon Scieszka
During my teaching years.
At least once a year, faerie fingers would graze the pages of these books. Sometimes I would have the need to recall a certain scene, and my memory would guide my fingers to the right page.
The odd thing about this is not only the fact that I keep going back to them. What's bizarre is that I can not seem to get enough of them.
I ask myself why. Why these books are attached to me, to faerie's soul.
And even for several moons that have passed, the depth of understanding the reasons behind them only comes at the right time. Whether from special people, or from extraordinary events... the truth these books hold manifest only when needed. I may have held on these books all my life... yet the enlightenment comes in trickles, never cascading as waterfalls... only the ones that my soul needs to see and hear at the right moment.
Have you ever tried opening a page in a book, skimming through, and magically finding the right words you so needed to know at that particular moment?
Try reading Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach. It's as haunting as the rest of these books are in faerie's life.