by Karen E. Rigley
There were times in my life I’m not sure I could have endured if not for reading. Reading allowed me to momentarily escape reality. I hope to give that same gift to my readers.
When darkness deepens until you wonder if dawn will truly arrive, reading becomes a beacon to light the way to a better place – one that exists in your imagination. Sometimes the only way to hang on until tomorrow is to lose yourself in a book.
Whether recovering from loss, rebuilding or healing, whether midnight finds your pillow damp with tears, whether you sit beside the bed of loved one or wait at the hospital, or perhaps wave to a departing plane and wonder if it’s a final goodbye, there are times we seek another place, another time, another life, far from the tethers of our real world.
Reading can offer a thread to cling to when we are lost or wounded or frightened. If you find yourself totally alone or find yourself surrounded by chaos, we often look to a book.
Whether a reader picks up my novels for entertainment or escape, I want to immerse them into my story – to make them smile, dream, cry or laugh. Hopefully, now and again to steal their breath away and fill them with wonder.
TELL ME A STORY
Fly me away on the wings of dreams
Weave me sounds of laughter or screams
Scorch me with fire of dragon breath
Haunt me with tales of impending death
Introduce me to people I’ll never meet
Transport me to a distant or imaginary street
Thrill me with legends of brave young souls
Frighten me by evil spells, witches and ghouls
Entice me with magic of a lover’s kiss
Excite me with blaze from a laser gun miss
Enchant me with myths of lost jewels, genies and gold
Challenge me by ancient mysteries; puzzles of old
Tease me with shadows flickering in candleglow
Intoxicate me with joy, passion or woe
Whirl me toward heaven in a tornado high
Blow me like stardust across violet sky
Whisk me away to worlds, future or past
‘til my eyelids drift closed and I sleep at last.
Karen Elizabeth Rigley