The title of this blog, Book Rafts, comes from Jeanette Winterson’s book Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal:
“If poetry was a rope, then the books themselves were rafts. At my most precarious I balanced on a book, and the books rafted me over the tides of feelings that left me soaked and shattered.”
Books have been as important in my life as they were in hers. You could say that I need to consume words and food with equal need. Except, you know, I’d die if I didn’t eat, and if I didn’t read – well, I’d probably also die. I haven’t tested out this theory yet.