By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story I wi… - Margaret Atwood

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.

Freedom, like everything else, is relative.

The sun was up, the room already too warm. Light filtered in through the net curtains, hanging suspended in the air, sediment in a pond. My head felt like a sack of pulp. Still in my nightgown, damp from some fright I'd pushed aside like foliage, I pulled myself up and out of my tangled bed, then forced myself through the usual dawn rituals - the ceremonies we perform to make ourselves look sane and acceptable to other people. The hair must be smoothed down after whatever apparitions have made it stand on end during the night, the expression of staring disbelief washed from the eyes. The teeth brushed, such as they are. God knows what bones I'd been gnawing in my sleep.

I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.