It Was Still Warm

When the withdrawal symptoms [of not getting immediately the desired book] had just gotten a bit easier, the book was finally available. I thought of saying: do not sail again, you'll end up to another shipwreck, go rather to the city with friends. But as a bookworm I know that the secret is this: we all are already shipwrecks, each one on our own desert islands. It doesn't seem like we would be getting back to another people in the near future, let alone "to the city", if we ever had been in such a place.

The one thing we put our hopes on is by no means being rescued, but somebody bringing a new book to the island, once we've sucked the previous all white.

- writer Katja Kallio on her column in the magazine Library 4/2018