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Reading for pleasure, the deliciousness of it to surprise you.

I haven’t read for pure pleasure in a long time. I’d almost forgotten the feeling, the thrilling joy of the gullible trip. This means I’ve lately been reading with alloyed delight, having all kinds of intentions in mind: discovery, study, theory, criticism… This week I found myself with the right amount of time and mood […]

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