I just finished Nicole Krauss' startlingly beautiful, insightful, flexible novel The History of Love. It got me to thinking about how each time I read a masterfully told story my life changes. I don't know exactly what that means. It has something to do with my perspective. My point of view. With how I look at the world that afternoon and beyond. With how the world appears to me. With how I approach conversations, my teaching, my writing. It's one of my very favorite parts of reading.