An All-Consuming, Finite Love
A really good book asks for my devotion, my attention, my time, and then it ends. A reflection on reading as a finite love, complete with longing and a reluctant goodbye, and why I choose it every time anyway.
A really good book asks for my devotion, my attention, my time, and then it ends. A reflection on reading as a finite love, complete with longing and a reluctant goodbye, and why I choose it every time anyway.