For she had but a single weapon against the world of crudity surrounding her: the books she took out of the municipal library, and above all, the novels. … They not only offered the possibility of an imaginary escape from a life she found unsatisfying; they also had a meaning for her as physical objects: she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others.— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
About me:I am 28 years old, have been married for 7 years to a ridiculously smart Oracle guru, and I am a stay-at-home-mom to a four-year-old little girl who is sweet/ fun/ wild/ smart/ exuberant/ difficult. I have two bachelor's degrees, one in history and one in literature, and have finished the second year of my masters in library science. If I could choose any job in the world, I would like to get paid to read all day; maybe to give my opinion, but mostly to just sit and read all day long. I love to read. I also love to write, and find that I communicate much better with the option to edit and revise first. I am a Christian, and I love the Lord with all my heart.
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