Sometimes I think Toni Morrison’s “Jazz” is the only book in the world, and that this page, the last page, is the meaning of life.
I can’t show you the whole thing, the best parts, because if you haven’t read it I’d be robbing you of one of the most beautiful experiences a person can have. Getting to this page and reading the last lines after all that came before it.
Why do I mark the books I love this way? It makes me want a clean copy. Other pages are barely readable. This page let me be slow.
I can’t help it. Once I start marking this is what happens. I leave trails and love all over everything.