“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice”.
What does reading mean to you? If asked, I’d definitely borrow this definition from Paul Auster. So much poetry in a single sentence… not so easy.
I had never lost my interest in books.
Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.
Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies, 2005
