Report, if you have a problem with this page“ It had a crisp paper jacket, unlike the paper-covered library books I was used to, and the way the pages parted, I could tell I was the first to open it ... I valued that half-dream state of being lost in a book so much that I limited the number of pages I let myself read each day in order to put off the inevitable end, my banishment from that world. I still do this. ”
Allison Hoover Bartlett
From : The Man Who Loved Books Too Much: The True Story of a Thief
