17 Quotes by Rebecca Mead

Reading is sometimes thought of as a form of escapism, and it’s a common turn of phrase to speak of getting lost in a book. But a book can also be where one finds oneself; and when a reader is grasped and held by a book, reading does not feel like an escape from life so much as it feels like an urgent, crucial dimension of life itself.

Eliot was scornful of idle women readers who imagined themselves the heroines of French novels, and of self-regarding folk who saw themselves in the most admirable character in a novel, and she hoped for more nuanced engagement from her own readers. Even so, all readers make books over in their own image, and according to their own experience.

What's your favorite book?' is a question that is usually only asked by children and banking identity-verification services--and favorite isn't, anyway, the right word to describe the relationship a reader has with a particularly cherished book. Most serious readers can point to one book that has a place in their life like the one that 'Middlemarch' has in mine.

Best qualification for an aspiring journalist is curiosity.

If Art does not enlarge men’s sympathies, it does nothing morally,” Eliot once wrote. “The only effect I ardently long to produce by my writings, is that those who read them should be better able to imagine and to feel the pains and the joys of those who differ from themselves in everything but the broad fact of being struggling erring human creatures.

My master’s degree was in journalism, but everything important I ever learned about being a journalist I learned on the job.

Of course we all know people who aren’t cut out for college, but I know it’s a mistake to think of education only as a route to a better career. Reading books, studying history – all these things contribute to making us better citizens, too.

A book may not tell us exactly how to live our own lives, but our own lives can teach us how to read a book.

Middlemarch offers what George Eliot calls, in a wonderfully suggestive turn of phrase, “the home epic”- the momentous, ordinary journey traveled by most of us who have not even thought of aspiring to sainthood. The home epic has its own nostalgia – not for a country left behind but for a childhood landscape lost.