Some books are meant to be read slowly, in small, thoughtful doses. And some are meant to drag us gasping through time and space, so immersed that for hours nothing else exists.
These are the books we can’t put down. They are a sudden and essential part of who we are for a few thrilling hours. Anything other than the need to find out what happens next is an annoyance, something to get to later.
For now, we need our fix, our roaring trip through the lives of others. How much more can they endure? Will he escape? Can she get there in time? Sometimes we guess, and sometimes we are deliciously defeated.
When one book ends, we run back to the bookstore for another. As fast as we can.
