lunedì 21 gennaio 2013

The Land of Laughs, Jonathan Carroll

"Why?" She picked an oblong glass paperweight off an end table and rolled it around in her hands.
"Because no one else ever got that close to my world." I uncrossed my leg and leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Regarding a book, for me at least, is like traveling in someone else's world. If it's a good book, then you feel comfortable and yet anxious to see what's going to happen to you there, what'll be around the next corner. But if it's a lousy book, then it's like going through Secaucus, New Jersey - it smells and you wish you weren't there, but since you've started the trip, you roll up the windows and breathe though your mouth until you're done."

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