The Airportline: Observations

From note book, Wednesday 24th of June:

I've read another Bodil Malmsten book. I start them, like all other books. But then I keep going, every minute I get, I steal minutes from everywhere, just take them, from cooking, studying, music listening. Until its over, until I draw my fingers over the last page, feel the end of the story on the blank page. The other books I start, they take time, I have to force myself sometimes. But Bodil is like water for me, I can't stop drinking it. Every day in a Bodil Malmsten book is like a day in the desert, I need more water all the time. The other books lie there in my room in piles, read to be read, begging to be read. But they feel just like sand, and there is enough sand, in the desert.