Friday, December 26, 2008

Mrs. Bemis

I finished reading Under a Glass Bell today. The words that decorated the pages were like opiates for me. As I was reading I felt as though I was in a dream, one that I did not want to return from. I can now place this book in my bookshelf along with countless others that have provided insight and inspiration. Tomorrow I hope to finish reading A Spy in the House of Love. I am addicted to words, sentences and complex thoughts. I can't imagine what my life would be like without books. What a dreadful thought. They are my comfort, and as important as the air that I breathe. There will always be a thirst for words, and a hunger for understanding.
Books are a map of the soul comprised of letters, stories and prose.
Each chapter, a reference point.
Each ending, a new way of perceiving the world.