A Reader Doesn't Really See

Why Would We Ever Want To Go Back When Your World Is So Accommodating With Your Telephones And Your Guns And What's That Sticky Stuff Called ...duct Tape.

Didn't Books Say That Too: That There Is Always Price To Pay For Happiness?

If You Take A Book With You On A Journey," Mo Had Said When He Put The First One In Her Box, "an Odd Thing Happens: The Book Begins Collecting Your Memories. And Forever After You Have Only To Open That Book To Be Back Where You First Read It. It Will All Come Into Your Mind With The Very First Words: The Sights You Saw In That Place, What It Smelled Like, The Ice Cream You Ate While You Were Reading It... Yes, Books Are Like Flypaper—memories Cling To The Printed Page Better Than Anything Else.

The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Where Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The Tv Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fall Over Them.

Why Do Grown-ups Think It's Easier For Children To Bear Secrets Than The Truth? Don't They Know About The Horror Stories We Imagine To Explain The Secrets?