I escape guiltily into paperbacks schlepped from home - books that take me to medieval Jerusalem, to Depression-era USA, to pre-Civil Rights Deep South. I read short stories, depicting lives of elderly women of privilege back in my home town, university town, at Stanford.
I think I am probably the only one within a radius of at least 30 miles who is reading, who is burning candles to read.
|When I awake, this will be there for me.|
wanna be there once time again.ReplyDelete
Come back, come back. Bali Hai is calling...Delete