I love libraries. I love walking through the stacks, immaculate and ordered, reading title after title, and wondering how each might change me. Because, inevitably, everything I read changes me in some way. I see a book and I think, will this one make me a little bit sadder? A little more realistic? Maybe I will see more beauty in all of humanity, maybe more violence and destruction. Thinking of all the possibilities words hold makes me feel so strange, so profoundly respectful towards something so seemingly simple as words on a page.