As with sea urchin, it is tempting to lap up good books in an unsighly way: devouring page after page, mouthfuls at a time, no napkin to dab.
But, as with sea urchin, it is also hard not to stop and savor a really good book right before you gulp it whole.
To pause at its greatness, it’s complexity, it’s slimy, mucous texture and refined, unapologetic taste.
The morcel above left me stunned for a few hours this afternoon, unable to read more; it sent me back to normal life with secret knowledge inside.
And as with sea urchin, good books beckon you back. So, here I am, ready to smack my lips with more.