love-of-reading

And it occurred to her that reading was, among other things, a muscle and one that she had seemingly developed. She could read the novel with ease and great pleasure, laughing at remarks, they were hardly jokes, that she had not even noticed before.

Mommy. Do you ever wish a book will never end?

He loved books, those undemanding but faithful friends.

No matter how banal the contents, there is always something that touches me. For someone now dead once thought these words significant enough to write them down.