Have you ever read a book and were caught between wanting to savor every word and rushing to the end? Wondering how long you can hold on to the way this book has made you feel. How it occupies you. You feel a breach in time, one that exists in the small space before the book and after the book. A space where time is temporal, where the mundanity of your life is paused and you slip into this world that’s captured and swathed you in its warmth. A brief moment where the world is set to rights and there’s only this book and you reading it.
Felicia C. Sullivan