I haven’t read this book in forever, but I’ve been thinking about this quote a lot recently.
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.
Is it just me or does reading a book feel weirdly intimate sometimes? Like you’re reading something that came out of someone else’s head, these are their thoughts, maybe their experiences and it often makes me feel like I’m getting to know them a little through their characters. Sometimes, I forget that a book is a separate entity and think of it and its author as being the same thing. Anyone else get that?