"Stories wanted to be read."

Today I find my self sitting out side, on the swing, reading a book. While reading this book, I came across this passage:

"...(stories) without a human voice to read then aloud, or a pair of wide eyes

following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they had no real existence in our world.

They were like seeds in the beak of a bird, waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a

song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being.

They lay dormant, hoping for the chance to emerge. They could take root in the

imagination, and transform the reader. Stories wanted to be read... They needed it.

It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours. 

They wanted us to give them life."

-The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly

I am not very far along in this book so I can't yet recommend that you read it but, I will say what little I have read is very good. 

As I was reading this I was taken on a journey. It gave books new meaning. It gave them life.

I am found reflecting.

Reflecting on how little I actually read. 

Four books a year at best.

I find that rather sad. 

I aspire to be a writer and yet I don't read books?

What is with that?

And to be frank. 

I wouldn't even know where to begin.

There are so many book.

Today after I dropped off my dad at the airport, my mom and I went to Borders to browse. After surveying the selections, I came out with two new book. One I am very pleased with. The other, however, I am not so pleased with. But, I will press on for another chapter and see if my opinion will change. 

With there being so many books to choose from...

...I would really love some suggestions.

What are your favorite books?