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The intensity of reading made its own place; I entered the pages and became oblivious to my real surroundings. How many times did I read the books? It seems improbable that the almost clairvoyant precision with which I recall Boylston's dialogue and descriptions was the result of only one or two readings, but it may well have been. The time-altering passage a child makes into the landscape of certain books may inscribe them permanently in a single journey.
When I reread them, the smallish library books still fittes neatly into my hands, as if I were shrugging into an old jacket that preserved the memory of my elbows and shoulders. I knew those thick pages with their deep bottom margins and dash-filled dialogue, even their smell […]