reading-books

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

Books fall open, you fall in

When I began writing The Night Bookmobile, it was a story about a woman's secret life as a reader. As I worked it also became a story about the claims that books place on their readers, the imbalance between our inner and outer lives, a cautionary tale of the seductions of the written word. It became a vision of the afterlife as a library, of heaven as a funky old camper filled with everything you've ever read. What is this heaven? What is it we desire from the hours, weeks, lifetimes we devote to books? What would you sacrifice to sit in that comfy chair with perfect light for an afternoon in eternity, reading the perfect book, forever?

If you have read 6,000 books in your lifetime, or even 600, it's probably because at some level you find 'reality' a bit of a disappointment.

Be as careful of the books you read, as of the company you keep; for your habits and character will be as much influenced by the former as the latter.

I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours.

I'm pretty sure my addiction to reading has just reached a whole new level.

A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition. Like money, books must be kept in constant circulation... A book is not only a friend, it makes friends for you. When you have possessed a book with mind and spirit, you are enriched. But when you pass it on you are enriched threefold.

[I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

Life is too short to read books that I'm not enjoying.

You're never alone when you're reading a book.

You know that feeling,_ she said, __hen you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.

You can__ enjoy art or books in a hurry.

Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.

Maybe reading was just a way to make her feel less alone, to keep her company. When you read something you are stopped, the moment is stayed, you can sometimes be there more fully than you can in your real life.

If difficult times teach us the most important lessons, we should then learn to read difficult books.

If this were a novel, I'd stop reading right now. I'd throw it across the room.

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