March 6, 2013

Lonely Art

We read to know we’re not alone.

These words, uttered broodingly by a slacking and romantic Oxford undergraduate in Shadowlands, come to mind from time to time as I sit down with a new book, wondering just what it is that captivates me so. What calls me to turn the page, again and again? Why do any of us read? Why are you reading this now?

I’ve been blogging for just about eight months, and in that time I’ve written 47 posts (48 if you count this one). Some have been silly, others have been more crafted. Many have not turned out how I thought they would—the blank page turns out to be a rather surprising place. And yet, what has surprised me most has been the response from you, the reader.