The paper pages turn and opportunity, like gold, to expand my world and find the new and the old opens in my lap. I am entertained by the value of characters marching across the page that I voraciously devour in my greed for more than words are worth. Demand of a response is subtle, yet invasive, as my honesty is questioned and I speak out loud to offer ideas of my own. I have chosen this book for the night and the light inside gleams, shining the writer’s reasons to write. Knowledge is precious. I stand on the empty shore.