Every reader has found charms by which to secure possession of a page that, by magic, becomes as if never read before, fresh and immaculate.

Life happened because I turned the pages.

At night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.

In any of my pages in any of my books may life a perfect account of my secret experience of the world.

But a reader's ambition knows no bounds.

One book calls to another unexpectedly, creating alliances across different cultures and centuries.

And sometimes, when the stars are kind, we read with an intake of breath, with a shudder, as if someone or something had 'walked over our grave,' as if a memory had suddenly been rescued from a place deep within us - the recognition of something we never knew was there, or of something we vaguely felt as a flicker or a shadow, whose ghostly form rises and passes back into us before we can see what it is, leaving us older and wiser.