"Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages everytime you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar."
[Cornelia Funke, Inkspell]
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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I need to reread more often... I must say that you often convict me of this... (and I should use less ellipsis...)
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