Donald Miller fell in love with books.
I know, I did too.
Somewhere between discovering Cormac McCarthy, Larry McMurtry, and Ernest Hemingway, I found words could be beautiful.
If you look for it though – I believe there is beauty nearly everywhere.
I say this because something important happened to me when I read Emily Dickinson. I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting and some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructed—a feeling there is something more than the mundane and a reason for our plodding. The portal is different for everyone. Many of my friends find it by studying physics or math, some from biology or music, but for me it has become literature.
–Donald Miller, Father Fiction