It's heaven. Partly it's heaven because it's just really incredibly good, but a lot of the joy I'm feeling is just because I'm really reading again. I've said before that I stopped reading for about a year, two years ago, thanks to The Picture Of Dorian Gray, and forgot, really, how important reading has always been to me. When I started again I read everything my mum left in the house, but I was still somehow missing something. In the last few months it seems like I've recovered whatever it was, and it's just...heaven. Last week I borrowed lzz's copies of Crash by JG Ballard and Dorian by Will Self to read - the latter particularly interesting for me, under the circumstances. I went through them in a few hours.
Anyway, I ramble, but I just feel so *good* after an hour and a bit of reading a book that wonderful. ~bounce~
Edit : Ahem. At least I didn't mention how important language is to me, or anything; I think the quite extraordinary design idea at the head of this list of wants in torturelust is worth taking a look at. ~s~ I don't know how exactly one would go about that, but it would be fun if it involved Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen...