Its 2020 and I still buy paper books for the library where I work. Not as many as in years past, but the library still collects and shares books of papery goodness. The death of the paper book was greatly exaggerated when the ebook revolution swept over us all.
And so it should not surprise me that I still get the occasional paper catalogue of new titles from various publishers for each season. I'm looking through them now as not feeling very well at the moment and my eyes are having a hard time concentrating on a screen.
As I flip through one particular catalogue, my eyes linger on the description of one particular book.
It is the memoir of a Congolese woman who went through unspeakable horrors
more than ten years ago. And yet somehow she survived. And yet somehow, a woman a world away was so moved by her plight, that she gave up a middle-class life in America in to dedicate herself to her cause. With Lisa's work, she learned to read and write. She was determined to spend the rest of her days working towards a better life for those still suffering the wounds of that war and was determined to take the steps necessary to make sure that what happened would not be forgotten by a history written by others.
And so now her story was being published.
I filled up the order form to add the book to our collection. Our collective story would continue