James Jacques Tissot, Reading a Story, 1878
Readers know that there are books for reading after lovemaking and books for waiting in the airport lounge, books for the breakfast table and books for the bathroom, books for sleepless nights at home and books for sleepless days on the hospital. No one, not even the best of readers, can fully explain why certain books are right for certain occasions and why others are not. In some ineffable way, like human beings, occasions and books mysteriously agree or clash with one another. (Alberto Manguel, "The End of Reading," from A Reader on Reading, reprinted in The Edge of the Precipice, ed. Paul Socken, 2013, p. 132)
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