I have not been myself this week. My mind has been sucked into the pages of an ‘unputdownable’ book.
This week, I live my normal life like an automaton. My brain, my attention and my senses have all been hijacked by the complex plot, and the gripping action.
I cook, and I think about what’s going to happen next. I feel as if I am floating in the real world and my identity exists only in the world inhabited by the characters in the book. This is the only reality.
Any small break, and I am nose-deep in the book. I am amazed at the power that words can have over me. Words that, when combined just right, narrate a powerful story. Words that grip me, make me laugh, make me cry and make my heart thud with the excitement of what is going to happen next!
And when the book ends, I am sure I will have difficulty coming back to the real world, where work and school and chores beckon. It will be an arduous task to leave the characters behind, but there are some that occupy permanent residence in my mind. They will probably join some of the other memorable characters, who already live there. People whom I know and love from those lovely books I have read, people who have influenced me and who have opened my mind to new thought.
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Reading a book is an indescribable pleasure. Whenever I finish a great book, I yearn to write one too. This is what reading does to me. There is a ‘wannabe writer’ in every bookworm’s head. I am no exception.
I dream of dialogues between imaginary characters and look at interesting people, who will fit into the book that I will eventually write.
Sounds like a great book!
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It is…Behind Closed Doors. Have you read it?
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No I haven’t 😊
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This is amazingly true and I have experienced this in my life. And when the book is over you feel a kind of ‘booksickness’ 😛 This one can be dedicated to all bookworms! 🙂 ❤
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Aha…I am suffering from booksickness then 😁😁
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All of us are 😂😂
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This happens to me all the time dear😀. Great one!
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Yay..we are two of a kind
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I can totally relate to you. Indeed a good book is a pure form of ecstasy.
Great post. Enjoyed reading it 😊
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Ecstacy is the right word
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So are you going to tell us the name of this book??
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Behind closed doors…😁
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Wait! What’s the book??
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Behind Closed Doors
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I’ll have to check it out!
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I know how that is!
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😁😁
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I have memories that come up and I have to remind myself it was from a book 🙂 I get very involved with books I read.
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I can totally relate to that Katelon.
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Your book sounds like one of the great ones, Nimi 🙂
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Yes it was Irene
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Good books do have that power. Long back, I could never put down a book and my husband used to get only rice and rasam 🙂 Then in the coming years, I used to finish work before touching the book. In my younger days sometime I used to read late into night, but now I can’t do that. Sleep has become more important :))) I don’t think I will ever be able to stop reading and I get most of my books from the library. Regards.
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Lovely..I know. I go through the only Dal Rice routine too when I engrossed in a book 😂😂
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