Enkelte bøker vet du at du kommer til å elske. I dag fikk jeg en sånn.
You know that first time you touch a book, gingerly, like a new lover, and you think maybe, the spine uncracked, the binding soft and you think maybe, no, I know, not maybe, but certainly that this book, this fresh lover, this soft binding and hush of the pages, this will linger. This one will last. This lover, this book, this head over heels with ink and secrets, this will stay with me for a long time. This book, I love it. I loved this book before I opened it, and when I opened it I loved it more. The ocean at the end of the lane will linger. And I love it.
Sånt skriver jeg når faller hodestups inn i bokforelskelsen. Så vet dere det.