There are many books over which I obsess for various reasons, foremost among them the fact that most books can never be fully digested, their subject is so elusive. This is the power of a book. This is why I still write, because truth is as slippery as literary craft. There are books I have fully and completely read, immersed in their subject, but which I return to years later with freshly bright eyes. For some reason, a book comes to represent an experience that re fulfills my need for a certain kind of experience over and over again.