One of the greatest blessings of my life is the ability to lose myself in a book every single day of my life.
I heard that many people read voraciously as kids but then somehow lose the capacity to enjoy reading in adulthood. I’m very sad for them. Reading is truly one of the things that make life worth living.
My husband and I are a curious pair. He stayed up until 3 am last night reading Chris Arnade while I stayed up reading Anthony Trollope.
People say on Twitter that they can no longer read literature because they are used to getting a constant stream of dopamine hits from social media, and books don’t measure up. I have a feeling they aren’t reading the right literature because there’s no social media in existence that can do to a brain what Trollope does.