Sublime

sustained and immersive

it was okay and even right to read what you wanted rather than what you ought.

things I wanted to remember: what I was reading when all that happened.

Reading time became my time and place, another dimension where events operated by my own set of rules.

To whom do books belong? The books we read and the books we write are both ours and not ours.

(My 93-year-old mother has kept her subscription to the Washington Post strictly because she loves the crossword puzzles. I have shown her websites teeming with crossword puzzles, but she remains unmoved. My mother wants her bundle, and belongs to the last generation to do so.) Information sought a less grandiose, less industrial level of circulati

We need to touch it, to examine the weight of its paper and the way text is laid out on the page.