cafe Mozart #1 (by Rumi.)
I read it because I finally talked myself into the idea (maybe call it the “Downtown Abbey Effect”) that I could be interested in this story, as British and soapy as it may be. And I’m here to tell you (even without stupid zombies), if you’re a dude, and you’ve rejected this novel out of hand (despite its canonical status) because it’s “only for women,” you’re wrong. It IS a good story, and despite your own pride and prejudices about this novel (did you see what I did there?), there’s plenty of fun to be had.
“I’m bookaholic, and I regret nothing.”
Indeed, the solitary reading experience is presented as an emotional investment, drawing out powerful and often unexpected depths of feeling that lead them to question who they are and how they perceive the world around them.
I always read. You know how sharks have to keep swimming or they die? I’m like that. If I stop reading, I die.
DSC_6020-2.jpg (by kp-snaps)
It takes nothing to join the crowd. It takes everything to stand alone.
Alternate Lolita cover art
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness