I don’t write a lot of essays, but I was so so pleased to write this one. I volunteered multiple times a week with a nonprofit that sends books to incarcerated readers across the country for more than five years. It changed who I was as a reader, writer, and person. Reading hundreds and then thousands of letters from people on the inside asking for the books that they hoped would entertain, distract, or educate themselves expanded my world in ways that I am still discovering.
Plus, writing this made me realize I have stared at Colin Powell’s butt more than all but maybe three or four people. I promise there is a reasonable explanation for this, but you will have to read on for it: https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/reading-behind-bars-and-beyond-barriers/