I read in the way that I breathe, as a necessity of life. Reading allows me to vanish from the oppressive material world and its eternal electronic hum and find myself in some other place altogether. This, along with writing, is my way of meditation, of creating contemplative space. Music performs the same function for me. Best of all is to listen and read at the same time—and let me paint the picture for you. A rainy night, logs sizzling in the fire, music playing, the couch, the book, the dog. Who needs anything more?