"There are books you can fall into and pull up over your head." I adore this book, and at the same time suspect it is not for everyone. It is for introverted outsiders who grew up on a steady diet of books--preferably 1970s science fiction and Lord of the Rings--and who long for a karass and wish to see fairies. It is a poem and pavane to reading and to life. Love. Love Love Love.

Favorite passage: "... he meant that I was halfway through Babel-17, and if I went on [died] I would never find out how it came out.
"There may be stranger reasons for being alive. There are books... books you can fall into and pull up over your head. There's the distant hope of a karass somewhere in the future."