I’ve debated over whether or not to share a quote of the day/week/month/year on this blog for a while now. Firstly, I wasn’t quite sure exactly which time frame I wanted to apply to the quotes. Secondly, as this blog is more about writing, I thought it would be weird to just post a quote that I hadn’t written. Thirdly, in order to remedy the prior thought, I briefly contemplated writing a post regarding the quote and why I liked it, but then I thought that it would be too pretentious to do that. Fourthly, I decided to abandon the idea in general, as I couldn’t come to any sort of decision. Fifthly, I repealed that last decision rationalizing that since I already spent so much time thinking it over, why not think over it some more. Sixthly, I decided to ask a friend and she said to go for it and hence I’ve come to a (tentative) decision. I’ve decided that I shall share a quote of the week. And my mood will determine whether or not I write a small blurb. Anyways, onto today’s quote, since I already wrote so much in this introductory paragraph, I think I’ll refrain from writing a blurb and just let you all enjoy the quote itself. I hope some of you can relate to it like I can.
“I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same. Books are, for me, it must be said, the most important thing; what I cannot forget is that there was a time when they were at once more banal and more essential than that. When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.” —The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield