tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352716086957645079.post-34491013561790071142008-06-04T01:55:00.000-07:002008-06-05T02:02:08.328-07:00If it is true, as it sometimes seems to me to be, that I identify to a ridiculous degree with whatever novel or memoir I am currently reading, that I become so truly lost in a good book that the real emotions of my real life are felt less keenly than those absorbed through the fingertips, if indeed I am what I read, for the duration of the reading it, then why, well <span style="font-style:italic;">why</span>, for what possible reason, do I read so many lonely and depressing books?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Site Meter --> <script src="http://s36.sitemeter.com/js/counter.js?site=s36rdb-blog" type="text/javascript"></script> <noscript><a href="http://s36.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s36rdb-blog" target="_top">xx</a></noscript> <!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --></div>ReadDanceBlisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00555343349693556657noreply@blogger.com