“I had always liked reading, but lately I had started reading in a different kind of way. When I opened a book now, I was seized with desperation. I felt as if I was madly in love. It was as if I were in a confession booth and the characters in the book were on the other side telling me their most intimate secrets. When I read, I was a philosopher and it was up to me to figure out the meaning of things. Reading made me fell as if I were the center of the universe.”
There is this book that I have always noticed when walking to the back of the library (I’ve worked here for almost a year); today I decided to open it. The main character’s name is “Christy”—My name. Coincidence? I think not.
“Hank Nearly was an avid reader. He arrived early in his brown corduroy coat, with a book taken from the library, copied all the pages on the Xerox machine, and sat at his desk reading what looked passably like the honest pages of business. He's make it through a three-hundred-page novel every two or three days.”