It was a three years old daughter of my friend from London who cried at one lunch time:
"I NEED food!"
A straight declamation of hanger.
I cry sometimes in the same way:
"I NEED books!"
I read best in Japanese but I should not go every week to a Japanese book shop for imported books priced twice, nor fly every month to Tokyo.
When I go to French book shop, I buy almost always the garden books. I use them as if they were novels, reading from the beginning to the end. I became specialist of garden French, even I knew some words my husband did not know.
But they are not exactly a novel, are they?
I need novels.
Then there is an English book shop near my church. (They also sell Hobnobs and Polos)
This summer I read this book:
And I was overwhelmed when the fact struck me at the last few pages: this could not end, they can't stop existing....it NEED the following book!
And I just knew that's going to be "like Agatha Christie! Like Sharlock Holmes!".
The similar sensation came to my mind too, when I read the end of the 1Q84, book 2. There Murakami said "This is the end of the story". But I did not agree (never mind the author...).
And came the book 3 year after, what a gift of the life!
I imagine Rolling-Galbraith in front of her papers with a pen scribing the next book (I am IMAGINING). How wonderful to be waiting a book?
Strangely it feels as if I should not be wanting it, when the book is just good to read.