There’s nothing quite like them. I do love a new book, at the kitchen table, on the sofa, in my bag for on the train, in line, at lunch. But sometimes, what I need is my dog-eared, water-marked from tub reading old friends– the kind of old friends you buy backup copies of, if you can, because you know that binding’s going to go any day now. And the old friends are there for me– when I’m sick, when I’m lonely, when I’m feeling misunderstood, before bed to ensure comfortable dreams.
I suppose it says something that my favorite books are all fantasies about intelligent characters who feel lonely and are looking for something completing, but the fact that they find theirs always reassures me that I can find mine.
The solace of reading is something that can be hard to describe in words. Susan Carlin did it in paint, a piece called “Afternoon Flight” that she recently posted on her blog.
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