Is this really me?

Feb 05, 2012 06:13

The weekend was pretty uneventful. Packed a little. PvP-ed with Joel. Ran LFR with Joel on my priest. Finished Farnham's Freehold and started the book I picked up on Friday: Clockwork Prince. And found I'd made a mistake... unfortunately CP isn't my 11th book, like I would have previously thought, it's my 10th book. I got mixed up with my numbers sometime last month. I'm only one book behind than I had thought. FF was utterly fantastic. Heinlein doesn't disappoint. :) But CP... now this is a book that brings forth emotions I haven't felt when reading in a book in a long time. Insatiable feelings. Like I'm going to miss something if I put the book down for any extended length of time but the logical part of my mind reminds me that it's a book... it can't move forward unless I'm reading it. >.>

I've been having very realistic, fantasticly vivid dreams lately and I wonder if it's because of the amount of books I'm going through. Since I'm jumping storylines, characters... hell, even genres with each new book I pick up, it feels like my mind doesn't have a chance to catch up and digest all the subjects in a linear fashion. And with CP being so domineering, it's hard to concentrate when I'm not reading. And here people get scared when people fall into gaming that they can't tell reality from fantasy... what about when people let themselves get trapped by novels? Isn't it just as bad? I'm not saying that we should censor ANYTHING to do with books or games, but I'm just making an observation that one can lose themselves just as easily in a book as they can a game. Don't discriminate against one without realizing the other.

Enough of the philosophicalizing, I want to get back to reading. :)

Current book: Clockwork Prince by C. Clare (10/50)

books, feelings

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