I Feel Bad About My Neck

by Nora Ephron

Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.

Days pass as I savor every word. Each minute I spend away from the book pretending to be interested in everyday life is a misery.