What's Real?

Occasionally I cry when reading a book. I'm not sure that a digital version would produce tears. Simply holding a book, something organic, tethers me to the real world.

About ten pages before the final line in The Elegance of the Hedgehog my eyes began to water. And by the time I reached the final page I could feel a tear.

Now that's really writing when the reality of the story envelopes the reader.

The gossamer thread between fiction and the world is bridged.