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(Parts of this blog entry first appeared on a blog called Literature & Life that I run at Barnes&Noble.com. Check out this ongoing conversation about how classic books change our daily lives).
You might love your job, house, and family, but the sound of your own voice might still sometimes bore you. That is: Life is good when we have a routine that works, but sticking to the routine has its own drawbacks: From time to time, I can feel deadeningly, or too much, like “myself.”
I do like my fixed routines--like the daily trip to the gym--but sometimes, lifting weights, I’m frustrated that another possible “me” isn’t living the life it could.
We are always allowing ourselves little escapes from the work-day “me.” Escapes come from the mild to the extreme: A midday cell-phone conversation is a mild form of self-escape; a book is a dependable, rich escape; so is a trip to a foreign country.
Virginia Woolf is my favorite dreamer and novelist—a woman who lived and wrote from 1882 to 1941. Woolf was someone who lived so thoroughly in her head that she also spent a lot of her time dreaming up ways to escape or expand it.














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