You can't be afraid of books. There's a fearlessness in raising your children with a love of literature.
It's war. Bombarded on all sides by distractions and estrangements.
Just to arrive at that moment, sitting quietly in a still place, ready to read.
There is nothing like a room full of books.
“Endurance is more important than truth.” -Bukowski
And if one is good for you, then all are good for you. Because a book on the shelf doesn't mean you will become depraved or destitute. There is no ring of hell for those who sought a life of stories and human truth. No matter the author. No matter the subject.
What times is wasted on the unimaginative, surrounded by imposing wills that ban expression, criticizing for even reaching for something beyond a meager self.
Books push you toward the one true and selfless aim, to find someone in a world where no one listens, no one cares, where ego dominates, where submission is rule. Books are the hidden soul of our world. What fear lays in another's soul? None but fear of our own.