Books. The more I thought about how to stop and get myself back together as one sane, whole person, the more I thought about books. I thought about escape. Not running to escape but reading to escape. Cyril Connolly, twentieth-century writer and critic, wrote that “words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living.” That was how I wanted to use books: as an escape back to life. I wanted to engulf myself in books and come up whole again.

Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading (via bookoasis)

Ohmygoodness. Yes.
I have never felt such a desire to read.  I’m seriously craving it.  I didn’t even know it was possible to crave reading, but apparently it’s happening to me.  

To escape back into life…what a beautiful, perfect way to put it. 

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