We've all been there, haven't we? Curled up with a book that has become a favorite, even though our unread stack threatens to topple.
Here's my question for today. Why do we read some books more than once while setting others aside with barely another thought?
Last month, I had the pleasure of spending a few hours with an out-of-town reader who’d been so affected by one of my books that she’d had to pick it up and dig through it again. Something about that book's characters resonated with what she'd experienced, and she wanted more. I was charmed, of course, but that’s what we want, isn’t it? For our characters to touch hearts and change lives.
