shadow p484 - The Monday Morning Memo

“Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it’s an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.”

– Carlos Ruiz Zafon,
The Shadow of the Wind, p. 484

“And there is the Wood Between the Worlds in the book, The Magician’s Nephew, which tells the creation story of Narnia, a wood described so enchantingly I sometimes think of it as a vision of peace still… ‘It was the quietest wood you could possibly imagine. There were no birds, no insects, no animals, and no wind. You could almost feel the trees growing. The pool he had just got out of was not the only pool. There were dozens of others – a pool every few yards as far as his eyes could reach. You could almost feel the trees drinking the water up with their roots. This wood was very much alive.’ It is the place where nothing happens, the place of perfect peace; it is itself not another world but an unending expanse of trees and small ponds, each pond like a looking glass you can go through to another world. It is a portrait of a library, just as all the magic portals are allegories for works of art, across whose threshold we all step into other worlds.”

- Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby, p. 62-63

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