Books Are Drugs
I decided that books have a lot in common with drugs.
Charlotte’s Web, along with other classics such as The BFG. and Little Women, are pot. The gateway drug. The thing that makes you realize that there is a way to see this world much differently.
The Plum series by Janet Evanovich. Crack. Cheap, easy but never quite satisfying. Too much of it can make you a toothless hobo.
Ernest Hemingway novels are like cigarettes, over too soon and good with whiskey.
The journeys you take with Tolstoy are akin to the effects of heroin. It’s a difficult beginning and you may feel as if you are in over your head. Once you get the hang of it, both are deeply relaxing but may make you drift into sleep.
Kurt Vonnegut novels are the cocaine of the literary world. Intense. And the more you do, the more intense it is. I have yet to have met someone who only read one Vonnegut book and I’ve had yet to meet someone who has only done one line of cocaine. Coincidence? I think not.
David Foster Wallace, particularly Infinite Jest, is an acid trip. You don’t know when it is going to end and you don’t know if you’re going to be the same after it. And you won’t remember all the characters the next day.