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.