A Whole New World

Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books.

Every time I open the cover of a new novel, I find myself sucked into the world of the characters whether they be demigods, wizards, narnians, travelers, hobbits, or just normal people. Any adventure story attracts my eyes. When I read, I always seem to imagine myself on the sidelines of the scene in my book as the hero slays monsters, jumps across a chasm full of lava, fighting in battles, etc. There I am shouting advice they can't hear, but thoroughly enjoying the action. After I finish, I tend to reread my favorite scenes. Whether they be sad and somber, or happy and cheerful. Many a time when my favorite character has been wounded or killed, I sighed into the pages of my book and mutter, "If only I had been there." Then I am pulled back to the reality of my own world. My world though, is a real on differing with the personalities of the characters trapped into between the pages of the book. Reading is a way I can debrief from stress by falling into the world of another's view. I vividly imagine the scenes of the pages in my books as I read them. Every place after I imagine it is a setting trapped in my mind not to be forgotten for a while. Reading rivals with piano at getting my nerves to calm. When I get my hands on a good novel I will literally not stop reading for hours. At night my weary eyes will sleepily scan the pages in hopes of finishing the chapter before I fall asleep. Even when I am snoring into my pillow, I will sometimes dream about the outcome of my book. The question What will happen? is constantly ringing through my ears until I finish the novel. I will never be contented with that though. If this amazing book of mine has a sequel, my itching fingers will be anxious to get a hold of it and flip the cover open. That is just a small expression of my love for reading. Books. Books. Books.

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