it's the winter lull

So I took a nap and even had dreams.

I started to read the Thirteenth Tale and can see that I won't be finishing it--it just doesn't grab me.

But I'll share some cool quotes:

"People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic." (p. 17)

And this, which gives me permission to give up this book: "There is one thing on which we are agreed: There are too many books in the world to read in a lifetime; you have to draw the line somewhere. (p. 29)