A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. KAFKA
The Pale King
by David Foster Wallace
Marking found on page 585
Every love story is a ghost story.
Prufrock and Other Observations
by T.S. Eliot
Letter left between pages 4 and 5
12 December 2012
Dear Henry
I’m leaving this letter on the same page as ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ because you love the poem and I love you. I know you’re out with Amy, but fuck it – she doesn’t love you, Henry. She loves herself, quite a bit in fact. I love that you read. I love that you love second-hand books. I love pretty much everything about you, and I’ve known you for ten years, so that’s saying something. I leave tomorrow. Please call me when you get this, no matter how late.
Rachel