I just had a lovely time at Susan Bloom's annual book talk, this year titled "Catch a Falling Star." The event had its traditional hamish atmosphere, complete with cider and star-shaped homemade cookies, and we even got to meet a former classmate's starry-eyed new son. Stars, of course, was the first book on the list, which encompassed everything from Life: An Exploded Diagram to, just to bring the talk up to the minute, The Fault in Our Stars.
One theme that kept coming up in the simplest titles, the most complex, and everything in between was that of wonder, the idea that there's always something amazing out there to learn about, always something new to put in your pocket. I found myself thinking along the same lines yesterday, too, in terms of A Wrinkle in Time, and look: fifty years later, there are still new reasons to say "wow." There are still new falling stars to catch.
Now, that's a thought to save for a rainy day.