Surely we all occasionally buy books because of a daydream we’re having—a little fantasy about the people we might turn into one day, when our lives are different, quieter, more introspective, and when all the urgent reading, whatever that might be, has been done. We never arrive at that point needless to say…
More Baths, Less Talking by Nick Hornby
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald
Booknotes: Prairie Fires by Caroline Fraser
I was going to write a post about books tonight, honest.
Reading Notes: May 2009