" I'd like to think I can access my inner four-year-old—curious about the world, skeptical of her little brother, innocently kind, occasionally cruel, always trusting. My inner seven-year-old—full of imagination, turning the creek bed behind my house into a fantasy kingdom ruled by mice. My inner seventeen-year-old—falling in love for the first time, feeling very grown-up making decisions for her future, and at the same time, very young. And now, when I occasionally have moments when I glimpse what I might be like at forty-five, or sixty-eight, or ninety-two, or any of the years to come.

I'd like to add an addendum to Madeleine's theory. Just as I'm all the ages I have been, I'm all the readers I have been. "

― Anne Bogel , I'd Rather Be Reading: The Delights and Dilemmas of the Reading Life