In Ann-Marie MacDonald’s The Way The Crow Flies, the central character, the intellectually precocious eight-year old Madeleine McCarthy has just spent the evening in front of the TV with her family….Afterwards, in bed with a book, the spell of television feels remote compared to the journey into the page. To be in a book. To slip into the crease where two pages meet, to live in the place where your eyes alight upon the words to ignite a world of smoke and peril, colour and serene delight. That is a journey no one can end with the change of a channel. Enduring magic. She opens Peter Pan. [p.107]
I just love that passage.
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