Is it just me or is the moment of finishing (rare) or abandoning (frequent) a book an especially exciting moment for you as well? I find it a thrill because I’m freed up once again to choose another story out of the infinite dark that constitutes all the unread books in the universe. The possibilities send me into a swoon. Maybe this time I will find the one book that will save me from myself.
In The Lonely Voice #20, Peter Orner gets so fed up with Julian Barnes’ Sense of an Ending that he throws it out his car window (via therumpus)
I can definitely understand this reaction (especially to this book).
(via therumpus)
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