E. R. Frank

106When I don__ have anything to read, I feel like a tortoise without a shell or a boat without an anchor. There is nothing to hide under. Nowhere to stop and rest. When I don__ have a book, there is nowhere good or interesting to be, there is nobody to care about, nothing to hope for, and nothing to puzzle over. When I do have something to read, it keeps me breathing. It__ the reward for all the other things. It__ the thing to look forward to, the reason for doing my day._ p. 177, Dime