Monday, December 19, 2011

I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same. Books are, for me, it must be said, the most important thing; what I cannot forget is that there was a time when they were at once more banal and more essential than that. When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.
Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

5 comments:

Beth said...

Perhaps part of our voracious reading habits (addiction) is an attempt to recapture that “impact on the soul” we experienced in childhood?

Trish said...

Yes, I think there might be something to that.

laughingwolf said...

agreed, for the most part... but nookies beat the hell out of reading... for me! :P

Trish said...

um . . . yes, well . . . I can certainly see your point. lol

laughingwolf said...

damn... zipper come undone... again? :O lol