To the
Lighthouse
No
thanks.
I
just rejected a plastic bag. The pleasure of reading begins when I pick up the
book from the bookshelf; no, before, when I look around the backs of books
looking for a title that catches my attention, or maybe an author who hisses
me.
Then
I take it and take it home. The part of my body that begins to savour the
reading begins with the fingertips of my fingers and the palm of my hand.