‘Reading requires a certain stillness, a certain weight and gravity. My experience over the last two and a half years has stripped my life of that. It’s not just the glimpse of mortality that cancer forced, or even the crisis of learning of my husband’s betrayal. It’s all of that and the trauma of breaking apart, being left broken.

There’s space between, around, in, and among each word in the long arrangement of words that makes up a book. This space creates a delicious terrain into which the reader can project herself. To me, that’s what reading is: inhabiting in a unique way what a writer has created.’



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