No one belongs here more than you. Yes, you.

It still counts, even though it happened when he was unconscious. It counts doubly because the conscious mind often makes mistakes, falls for the wrong person. But down there in the well, where there is no light, and only thousand-year-old water, a man has no reason to make mistakes. -- Miranda July.

Good writing excites me. A bit too much, I imagine. As a rule, I warn non-reading company before I open a book that I just know will be delicious. Else I get funny looks at every giggle, every content sigh and every chuckle at the clever turns of phrase I come across. But most importantly, they are informed about the threat of bodily harm that looms large on their heads, and are given the option of taking their not-interested-in-books-good-for-nothing-butt to another room - all because a good book may sometimes incite extreme physical reactions in me. Like Portuguese tarts can.

I am literally married to a book right now, one that has me so involved that every three pages or so, I involuntarily lunge at the person sitting next to me and with a crazy glint in my eyes, shriek out - You have to read this, ohmygod, this is amazing stuff! - or variations of the same. I normally get a I'm-scared-of-you-leave-me-alone kind of reaction, which I happily ignore, and proceed to read out a passage or two from the book to my very bored, and by now, frustrated listener.

Which is why I'm writing this. None of you need to be warned about my extreme reactions, but I'll tell you this -  if there's one book that you're going to read this month (because reading less than one a month is out of the question, unless you go to BU and have two jobs), then let it be a lovely book of short stories by Miranda July called No one belongs here more than you. It's been really long since a book inspired a blog post in me (you know, being the lazy bum that I am), but if I've made it to three paragraphs, you can be sure this is something great.

 To get you started off, I suggest you visit the book's website. And if that doesn't get you all curious, then visit the wonderful lady's website here. If you need more, then watch a brilliantly potent movie here, which was her idea (she's a prolific filmmaker too, but this is the only one I've seen.)

And if none of this gets to you, well then, I guess I'm going to have to disown you now, won't I?

P.S. I wonder what the literary equivalent of food orgasm is.

P.P.S. Doesn't the lady look scarily, insanely creative?