Ramblings of a madwoman
“Book worm, weirdo, dork or freak" Are often things my friend will call me when I start to read a book. Partially because I will not put in down till I've read the very last page or partly because I don't pay much attention to anything or anyone else.
When people ask me why I like to read or what my books are about its always hard to give a definite answer. I don’t normally answer because my books are like my escape from reality, my own little world despite the fact that there are thousands reading the same thing. But no one pictures the characters and plot or anything the same. Its my world, my escape and I don’t want to let you in.
I love to read for so many different reasons though and how people hate books I will never fully comprehend. As I've stated they are my escape from my ever so taunting reality and I often think thoughts as if I were writing a novel. But the book becomes who I am while I am reading it and through my own delusions and fantasies in a desperate attempt to whisk myself away from my life I long for these fiction stories to be real, that someday I should meet these people and start a similar journey of my own.
This is all completely absurd; yes I'm very aware of that. But there is always some small ray of hope in me that I should live a not s boring life, something different, something unnatural and things that would only be found in those books that would come to life. Often I will unintentionally make up my own sequels or versions of the stories in my head, often placing myself as the main character sometimes.
I suppose they are all wild fantasies of someone longing a different life, some type of escape.
But hey a girl can dream can't she.
When people ask me why I like to read or what my books are about its always hard to give a definite answer. I don’t normally answer because my books are like my escape from reality, my own little world despite the fact that there are thousands reading the same thing. But no one pictures the characters and plot or anything the same. Its my world, my escape and I don’t want to let you in.
I love to read for so many different reasons though and how people hate books I will never fully comprehend. As I've stated they are my escape from my ever so taunting reality and I often think thoughts as if I were writing a novel. But the book becomes who I am while I am reading it and through my own delusions and fantasies in a desperate attempt to whisk myself away from my life I long for these fiction stories to be real, that someday I should meet these people and start a similar journey of my own.
This is all completely absurd; yes I'm very aware of that. But there is always some small ray of hope in me that I should live a not s boring life, something different, something unnatural and things that would only be found in those books that would come to life. Often I will unintentionally make up my own sequels or versions of the stories in my head, often placing myself as the main character sometimes.
I suppose they are all wild fantasies of someone longing a different life, some type of escape.
But hey a girl can dream can't she.