Franz Kafka on Reading

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we…

From that time on…

“From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories…

What an astonishing thing a book is…

“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly…

She read books…

She read books. She devoured the words, the sentences, the author’s thoughts. But more than that, she left behind, hidden between the pages, a part of her, with a hope to meet her former self years later, when she will read those books, again. -Asha

And I am done…

The past few months, I was a lot into audiobooks. It’s amazing how easily you get addicted to something. Especially when it falls in your line of interest. Just plug the earphones and there you are listening to a voice doing the manual reading of the book for you while you engage yourself in several…