#32: If on a winter’s night a traveler by Italo Calvino

When I woke up this morning, I had no intention of reading an entire book. But it was one of those misty kind of Saturdays when you go to a Brooklyn bookstore, find just what you were looking for, and spend the rest of the afternoon with your feet propped up. Reading If on a winter’s night a traveler was like finding a friend or lover you always knew was out there somewhere, but had somehow never met. I had seen this quote a few days ago, realized I had to read the book as soon as possible and when I finally read it today I hi-lighted my favorite parts, getting lost in a language that was indescribably beautiful. The story is not just one, but many that intertwine to tell how two readers fall in love by searching for the missing ends of books. They find themselves connected in their passion for reading and for understanding why the other one loves books. Seriously, how is a girl like me not supposed to feel a sense of wonder when reading this? Could I meet my future mate in a bookstore, getting to know him through his book collection? Could we go on reading adventures together? Will he understand the connection/disconnection between reading and writing? I guess only time will tell, but in the meantime I will  re-read this and just feel whimsically happy.