... there is one thing I notice my daughters doing when they hang around the house that makes me ache, with a terrible yearning, to be young again. They read.I loved this piece by Michelle Slatall in the New York Times, envying her daughters' ability to devour books in a way she is no longer able to. :
Or more precisely, they read like I did when I was a girl. They drape themselves across chairs and sofas and beds — any available horizontal surface will do, in a pinch — and they allow a novel to carry them so effortlessly from one place to another that for a time they truly don’t care about anything else.
I miss the days when I felt that way, curled up in a corner and able to get lost in pretty much any plot. I loved stories indiscriminately, because each revealed the world in a way I had never considered before.
... an inevitable byproduct of growing up ...she reckons.
And as I read this I too could feel myself back in that space too ... absorbing book after book indiscriminately, finding it hard to come up for air. It's true, we do lose that. And I hadn't really thought about it that way before.