My main disappointment was always that a book had to end. And then what? But I don't think I was ever disappointed by the books. I must have been what any author would consider an ideal reader. I felt every pain and pleasure suffered or enjoyed by all the characters. Oh, but I identified!
Eudora WeltyWhen they turned off, it was still early in the pink and green fields. The fumes of morning, sweet and bitter, sprang up where they walked. The insects ticked softly, their strength in reserve; butterflies chopped the air, going to the east, and the birds flew carelessly and sang by fits and starts, not the way they did in the evening in sustained and drowsy songs.
Eudora WeltyI read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the minute I reached our house, I started to read. Every book I seized on, from โBunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-Whileโ to โTwenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea,โ stood for the devouring wish to read being instantly granted. I knew this was bliss, knew it at the time. Taste isnโt nearly so important; it comes in its own time.
Eudora Welty