Friday, July 21, 2006
You know that feeling you get when you've spent every moment of the last two days with your nose buried in a book, reading about someone else's life and eagerly flipping the pages and reading every word, and sometimes re-reading a phrase that strikes you, and when you can barely keep your eyes open at 4am but you have to finish that chapter? Or when you heave a sigh of relief when things are finally going right and you marvel at how some peoples' lives can be so damn exciting (albeit fictional) and then you go on to wonder if your life will ever be like that? And when you finally finish the book and the last word beats resoundingly through you and then you put it down, and you stare dazedly around you as if you're seeing your room for the first time when really, it was just because you had been distracted by a certain protagonist whose life you've enjoyed living for the last 382 pages but have to get back to reality cos the book is over and you'll never find out what else happens to this very protagonist because the book is over?
I love that feeling.
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