Lapping Up Books

[image error]When I’m reading a book, I become a Beautiful Exile, not made of Blood and Bone and under no Rule of Law. The only Contract I’m under is between me, the author, and the characters who transplant me Through the Evil Days to a place where I can Hope for the Best and become a Dream Daughter of the reading world.

Non-readers believe that a story is made up of Big Little Lies, but they belong to the Kingdom of the Blind. How I wish I could explain to those who don’t believe in novels that if they...