I’m reading The End of the Story by Lydia Davis on my daily commute. Today I came across this passage that I had to share:

One of the books is a novel by Faulkner I read after he left me, a paperback so old that its pages are yellow and its outer margins brown, its glue so brittle that each page, after I had read it and turned it, fell quietly off the spine, and because I did not close the book whenever I put it aside, but left it lying open face up on the windowsill by my bed, not really a bound book any longer but two piles, one of bound pages and one of loose pages, the book did not close on the story, and the story remained present in the room while I was reading the book and for many days after, as if it were loose in the room, had floated up from the pages, and hung there under the raftered ceiling

Isn’t that wonderful?

You know what else is pretty cool and is making me almost wish I had an iPad? The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy app. Don’t panic and don’t forget your towel.

In case you are traveling through the universe, it’s a good idea to have snacks and what better snack than books made from fruit leather and white chocolate? I am not a fan of white chocolate and I don’t even know if it is vegan so I won’t be making any of these, but if you do, please share about it.