"I've just surfaced from spending several days in a state of rapture: I was reading a book. I loved this book. I loved every second of it. I was transported into its world. I was reminded of all sorts of things in my own life. I was in anguish over the fate of its characters. I felt alive and engaged and positively brilliant, bursting with ideas, brimming with memories of other books I've loved. I composed a dozen imaginary letters to the author, letters I'll never actually. physically write, much less send-letters of praise, letters of entirely inappropriate information about my own experiences with the author's subject matter, even a letter of recrimination when one of the characters died and I was grief-stricken." -- Splendor on the Couch by Nora Ephron, from O's Little Book of Calm and Comfort

Posted by thewintersings at 2022-12-23 01:53:16 UTC