“With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy. ”
~Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
This morning I found myself grabbing a book to read before even having breakfast. I’ve read Norwegian Wood at least two times. This book distracts me from all things around me. In reading, I find myself being somewhere else and being someone else. Both of which are a gift in itself. I guess its because I’m in a profession that requires reading.
I divide all readers into two classes; those who read to remember and those who read to forget.
–William Lyon Phelps
I’ve found myself reading to remember– names, places, facts, dates. It was certainly a been a while since I’ve read just to forget things. I guess that’s what Sunday mornings are made for.