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I can safely assume that most - if not all - of the membership here are book lovers. After all, this IS a book forum. So you're going to relate to this.
Have you ever noticed, how your whole disposition changes for the better when you are into a book you are enjoying? And not just while you are reading, but all the time. Isn't it easier to let the small stuff kind of roll off you? Somehow, things that would ordinarily get me down seem more bearable, and other things that would REALLY PISS ME OFF don't bother me a bit - when I'm deeply into a great book. If I miss my bus and have to wait at the stop for 20 more minutes (an event that is normally accompanied by a gnashing of the teeth and stomping of the feet) produces only a minor OH, WELL, at which point I whip it out (my book, that is) and the 20 minutes goes by in a flash. In fact, I'm grateful for the extra reading time. When something annoying occurs at work, I can sooth my irritation by just remembering that later on, I'll be transported to my alternate universe - the setting and the characters of the book I'm reading.
It's a shame that the majority of the population are relative dead-heads, and have no interest in literature of any kind - beyond the sports pages of the local tabloid newspapers. They may never discover what we already know so well, a good book can be your best friend. Always available, never predictable, and able to whisk us away from the boredom and travails of our lives.
I don't get this feeling when I'm reading a book that's just OK. Only when I'm really into a book - like I am with the book I'm reading now, and also my last book (The Time Traveller's Wife).
You know what I'm talking about? I think you do!
Have you ever noticed, how your whole disposition changes for the better when you are into a book you are enjoying? And not just while you are reading, but all the time. Isn't it easier to let the small stuff kind of roll off you? Somehow, things that would ordinarily get me down seem more bearable, and other things that would REALLY PISS ME OFF don't bother me a bit - when I'm deeply into a great book. If I miss my bus and have to wait at the stop for 20 more minutes (an event that is normally accompanied by a gnashing of the teeth and stomping of the feet) produces only a minor OH, WELL, at which point I whip it out (my book, that is) and the 20 minutes goes by in a flash. In fact, I'm grateful for the extra reading time. When something annoying occurs at work, I can sooth my irritation by just remembering that later on, I'll be transported to my alternate universe - the setting and the characters of the book I'm reading.
It's a shame that the majority of the population are relative dead-heads, and have no interest in literature of any kind - beyond the sports pages of the local tabloid newspapers. They may never discover what we already know so well, a good book can be your best friend. Always available, never predictable, and able to whisk us away from the boredom and travails of our lives.
I don't get this feeling when I'm reading a book that's just OK. Only when I'm really into a book - like I am with the book I'm reading now, and also my last book (The Time Traveller's Wife).
You know what I'm talking about? I think you do!