"When I most enjoy reading, I'm not really conscious that I'm reading. It's at those moments when I'm so wrapped up in a book, so engrossed, so moved, so obsessed, or so fascinated, that a part of my mind that is watching me read – maybe keeping track of the pages or trying to decide how much longer I should keep on reading – that part of my mind has gone away. This is what I hope for every time I open a book. It's something of a paradox. To love reading is to want to achieve the state where you don't know you are reading. Where your communication with what you are reading is absolute. Or at least it is for me."
How do I describe a book that seems to have captured my inner thoughts about reading? So much of what I've believed about reading and it's profound effect on me has already been written in this book, ironically. This is one of those books that I found flipping to and fro skipping over chapters and embracing others.
It is a book meant for waiting in lines, in the car, on a quick work break, and those rare moments of sitting and basking in a book for a sweet hour or two uninterrupted (See chapter 'The Importance of Living: Slowing Down). It is a book for gaining insight into the art of reading (See 'Zen and the Art of Archery: Mastering the Art of Reading). It is a book on what to read and which authors to look up. It is a book to remember where we have been and where we are going (See chapter '1984: Disconnecting'). It is a book to relish. And it is a book I plan to come back to again and again.
"Reading challenges you to figure out the kind of person you want to be."