In the airport last weekend:
I was sitting and reading a book (an advance copy of a novel entitled Sandwich by Catherine Newman) and I kept laughing out loud.
The woman sitting next to me said, “It must be a great book if it can make you laugh like that.”
I said, “It’s wonderful. It has made me cry, too. It’s a stellar book.” (It really is. It will be published in June of next year).
The woman said, “Aren’t books wonderful?”
I said, “I’d be lost without them.”
And then the woman said this: “I’m 87 years old. My big sister taught me to read when I was five. She gave me the keys to the kingdom. Every time I pick up a book, I think of her and send her a little prayer of gratitude.”

I keep thinking of this: how wonderful to think of the person who taught you to read, to thank them every time you pick up a book.
Thank you, Betty DiCamillo, for giving me the keys to the kingdom.
And thank you, to all of you, who are giving out keys to the kingdom on a daily basis.
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