Why We Read7 CommentsTo sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you and hold intimate converse with men of unseen genertions — such is a pleasure beyond compare.-Yosida KenkoShare this:TwitterFacebookPinterestEmail
Irene Latham saysFebruary 25, 2010 at 12:32 pmYes… for me I think it’s all about feeling. I want to feel things. I totally read for the emotional experience.Reply
Piedmont Writer saysFebruary 25, 2010 at 12:49 pmYes…to escape. To somewhere where this woman has never gone before.Reply
Jonathon Arntson saysFebruary 25, 2010 at 2:00 pmThere is no comparable pleasure, you’re right.Peanut butter is close.Reply
Rowenna saysFebruary 25, 2010 at 2:29 pmOooh…I like that quote. Intimate conversations with unseen generations…shivers!Reply
Elle Strauss saysFebruary 25, 2010 at 7:57 pmNo better way to travel and have adventures without having to sleep in a strange bed!Reply
Shannon O'Donnell saysFebruary 25, 2010 at 10:20 pmNothing transports us like reading. Great quote! 🙂Reply
Yes… for me I think it’s all about feeling. I want to feel things. I totally read for the emotional experience.
Yes…to escape. To somewhere where this woman has never gone before.
There is no comparable pleasure, you’re right.
Peanut butter is close.
Oooh…I like that quote. Intimate conversations with unseen generations…shivers!
No better way to travel and have adventures without having to sleep in a strange bed!
Nothing transports us like reading. Great quote! 🙂
A pleasure beyond compare. So true!