Saturday, January 02, 2010

I just finished reading a book today. I started and finished it today, which happens when I have no other obligations in a day. I can devour a book in one sitting. I can understand, body and soul, when an author describes "surfacing from a book." There were two particular paragraphs in this book that really struck me. After reading one of them, I had to stop for a moment. It made me tear up a little. It also made me text a friend who is also terribly fond of books.

"I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same. Books are, for me, it must be said, the most important thing; what I cannot forget is that there was a time when they were at once more banal and more essential than that. When I was a child, books were everything."

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