Friday, October 23, 2009
TRW Tribute: Beth Kephart 3:45
Something happens to me when I read a good book. The same thing, I imagine, that happens to you. My senses get jumbled, so that I start hearing with my eyes. My heart flips to the outside of my skin. Silence takes on a pleasant, gauzy weight, and I forget who I am, and I forget where I am, and I forget whatever seemed so tedious and troublesome, pre-book. When I’m reading, I take the quietest, shallowest, most precautionary breaths. I shadow the characters and stand on their landscapes. I wait in the wind for their resurrections.