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by fireflydances » Fri Oct 19, 2018 7:11 pm
I am always dragging books around with me. A mix of stuff -- so I can find just the right read when I am going to bed or on the train, in the airport.
I have to have a book that is multi-layered I guess. Something that is totally immersive. Something I lose myself in, for days of time. This summer I was undergoing several bouts of skin cancer surgery -- all good -- and I needed books that were like hearty meals that I could bite into and savor and reflect on. Not surfacey things which wouldn't or couldn't totally grab me away.
One of my favorites this summer was an older book, All The Light We Never See by Anthony Doerr. I had a copy hanging around for years, but this burning need to deeply, and thoroughly distract myself got me to open it. What a marvelous read!
I think we read or need to have close to us, those books that will fill us. Could be murder mysteries. Could be nonfiction or memories. And I do think travel requires books, for all those odd times you feel out of your self, without that unconscious and familiar routine. Books are a comfort.
"Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed and some few to be chewed and digested." Sir Francis Bacon, Of Studies