A magic of its own
I have often though of how much I dislike finishing books because that means the book is over. But at the same time, I'm always sitting on the edge of my seat, or, past that point and sitting on the floor, dying to know what will happen. So, I'm often torn between abating my curiousity and ending the magic, or living my whole preserving the magical web of words woven around me by wondering what happened. Of course, my curiousity always gets the upper hand and i sit enthralled for the last few pages, then feel very disheartened afterwards.
I grow very attached to books, and feel as if someone close to me disappeared from my life one day. but there's nothing quite like being drawn into a book. it's a magic more powerful than any spell. good authors truly are magicians. I hope everyone gets to experience that feeling at least twice in their life.
I grow very attached to books, and feel as if someone close to me disappeared from my life one day. but there's nothing quite like being drawn into a book. it's a magic more powerful than any spell. good authors truly are magicians. I hope everyone gets to experience that feeling at least twice in their life.