Finishing The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman took all of my reading/writing time this morning. I guess that’s OK. I highly recommend the book – and, if you have no idea what it’s about, that’s OK. Neither did I, and that was part of the adventure of it.
I’m glad I read it as a paperback. (And by the way I never may have heard of this book without visiting and browsing through a bookstore one day last winter.)
I haven’t picked up my Kindle or tablet since I started reading Dandelion Wine about a month ago.
There’s something in those facts that I know but can’t quite understand how to say. It’s more than “paper books are more real.” But that’s a starting place.