Some people, like books, grip you from the minute you, after noticing the engaging and artistically designed cover, open to the first page and begin reading. You are instantly drawn in to the enchantment, the story, the drama. You read these people books hungrily, passionately, from cover to cover without so much as a break for food till the story is over. When the end ultimately arrives as you knew it would, as you knew it must, you read the last pages and the last words with a bittersweet sentiment. These are the people books that bid farewell when you wish they could stay forever, yet you understand they cannot. What’s more, you understand why they cannot.
Other people, like other books, fail to capture your imagination or ignite your passion , yet they provide valuable information and knowledge that you need. These books you keep on the shelves of your life at the ready should you need to refer to them for the wisdom and knowledge they contain hidden among the pages of their past. These books you don’t give up, nor do they ever make it to the book exchange box. 
Instead, they inhabit a familiar and handy place on your bookshelf, ready and willing at any moment to be of service. These solidly familiar and resourceful books are always present though only occasionally does one take advantage of the vast store of knowledge contained inside the worn cover. The value in these people books is knowing they are there and knowing them well enough and long enough and closely enough, to feel comfortable tapping into their knowledge when the need in your life arises.
Still other people, like other books, are divided into segments and must be read in parts. Some short inspiring bit here to begin with, then later, possibly the opportunity to read a longer, more heart wrenching piece later. These are the books you rarely read from beginning to end, feeling free enough with them that you can move around in any particular order not caring, if, or when you read the entire book. These people books might sit in your life for years only being read a segment at a time as the opportunity or mutual interest arises.
Still, other people, like that rare book, are magical somehow. That outside cover, while certainly attractive enough, doesn’t jump out at you right away, but something about it won’t leave you till you’ve picked that book up off the shelf. Cautiously, hesitantly, you study the cover more closely. Internally, maybe, you even dare the book to interest you. 
After all, you just finished up with the best passionate read of your life and you are tired of looking for another story. You’re tired of reading. You dare this magical book, which you do not yet know is magical, to interest you. You look at the front cover, you look at the back cover. It looks interesting enough, as though it might be a good read, but you’re just not interested. You put the book back on the shelf. You mosey on your way. Except now, you cannot leave that book. You must return to it and glance at the first page. You begin, ever so cautiously and carefully to read. The first few paragraphs and pages certainly don’t ignite your passion like throwing a match on a gasoline soaked burn pile, but something about the way the author has crafted this particular story draws you in. You continue reading. With each page you find happiness, you find surprise, you find adventure, and, yes, there buried among the pages you find heartache, sadness, tragedy. You continue reading and find that this book contains plenty of its own passion, plenty of its own wisdom, plenty of its own strength. Before long you realize that you’ve been reading this book for a while and you’ve enjoyed every minute, every chapter, every page. These are the people books that come into your life gradually, and before you know how it quite happened they are an everyday fixture in the landscape of your life while never for a minute being relegated to the mundane-ness of the everyday. Continue reading
The Wild Mind 