Recently, you posted an email about someone who had discovered a secret in a book that ultimately brought comfort in a time of need. After so many years of reading about how people hide their own secrets in physical books, I have to admit I had never once opened one in a bookstore.
After a particularly rough couple of days last week, I was compelled to get up and go straight to Powell’s. I told myself I had to keep having just a little bit of hope, and that it would be a sign if I found a secret. I sat on a stool in front of of the shelf, and opened one book after another. I was ready to give up, but there was one book left.
To my surprise, as I flipped through I found a hand written note. Just the simple act of holding it in my hands renewed my faith. Thank you so much for building this community that truly brings people together and reminds us that we are not alone.