" The deliciousness of discovering a masterwork.
The beauty of the first sentences,
the 'what is this?', the 'how can it be?',
the first crush all over again, the smile of the soul.
My heart begins to lift.
I can see myself sitting all day in my chair,
immersed in lives, plots, and sentences,
intoxicated by words and chimeras,
paralyzed by satisfaction and contentment,
reading until the deepening twilight,
until I can no longer make out the words,
until my mind begins to wander,
until my aching muscles are no longer able to keep the book aloft.
Joy is the anticipation of joy.
{An Unnecessary Woman}
turning to the opening page
my heart flutters in anticipation
what new discoveries lie within
what luxurious lines aching to be felt
for within each new novel
an entire universe beckons
