I'm damaged
At least I'm changed. I can't just read for the joy of reading and absorbing a story anymore. And this is your fault, dear flist. At least my old flisties, the crazy Potterites. And those of you who pulled me into discussing the books over at the Quill. I guess it can be said to be a long term side effect of Quilling. *dramatic sigh* What brought this on, you might ask? Well, I was searching for something and ended up at the national library and discovered that their e-book project is now easily accessible. So I searched for Tove Jansson and found "Late In November" (if that's what it's called in English), and I'm slack-jawed and awed at Tove's literary genious. The way in which she describes the people of her stories and their actions is nothing short of stunning. And I find myself not primarily sinking into the story, but being filled to the brim with admiration for the author. Not a bad thing, I guess, but I'm not sure I like it. Must read some more to see how this feels. *g* Good-bye productivity...