Books. Yes. My absolute addiction. Reading a book engages the psyche in a way that no iPad, iPhone, or laptop can ever do. There is something sensual, something ecstatic, something very visceral about reading a good book that involves all of the senses. We need more odes to books. I can barely wait to read this one.
I finished this book last night. I don’t recall another book packing such a punch at the finish.
“I felt myself enter Fitzgerald’s language, felt its lilt, its music, carry me away.”
I’ve included the closing five paragraphs below. If you want to avoid a spoiler, stop here and go pick up David Ulin’s book:
David L. Ulin. The Lost Art of Reading: Why Books Matter in a Distracted Time. (Sasquatch Books. 2010)
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