At a bookstore I wondered about the books I held. I’m not drawn as strongly to the big titles, best sellers or well known authors. Sure, I buy them from time to time, but they aren’t the ones that it’s painful to walk away from. I love the books from smaller voices, voices that don’t have the million dollar marketing campaign. Those books are hard to leave, for they often don’t come into my life again. They are gems, hard to see wrapped in earth, and shameful to leave behind.