Friday, July 11, 2014

Life Itself

Reading is sometimes thought of as a form of escapism. . . . But a book can also be where one finds oneself; and when a reader is grasped and held by a book, reading does not feel like an escape from life so much as it feels like an urgent, crucial dimension of life itself. (Rebecca Mead, My Life in Middlemarch, as quoted by Claire Messud)

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