But we were interested in how our lives could mean something to the past. We sailed into the past.
Here's what I mean by the miracle of language. When you're falling into a good book, exactly as you might fall into a dream, a little conduit opens, a passageway between a reader's heart and a writer's, a connection that transcends the barriers of continents and generations and even death. . . And here's the magic. You're different. You can never go back to being exactly the same person you were before you disappeared into that book.