“Whenever I Plunge My Arm, Like This, In a Basin of Water, I Never Miss…” — My Reading Memoir
“Wow. You read a lot.” Russ said with his classic deadpan tone. He had just walked into my small bedroom. I was sitting at my desk, which is flanked by two floor-to-ceiling bookcases built-in to perpendicular walls. “Yes, but I was not always a reader. The passion came late in life,” I say with an ironic and cynical tone. It’s true, I became I reader in my 20’s. Almost everyone I know who is a selfproclaimed reader, was one in-utero. I was not, and I am glad for the fact. It meant that I could make intelligent choices about what I read because as a novice reader I can think like a human being. So how did I realize that books hold a secret? Long and complicated question, it is…
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