For the last 6 or so days I have been wrapped up in another world. A world that could be someones reality, but isn't my reality. I was engrossed in an amazing book. I love when I find a book that bewitches me, sucks me into that world to the point where when I put it down it takes me a few minuets to return to my reality, to a point where when I am not entwined in that world I am thinking about it the characters and surroundings like they are real, to a point where I wonder about that world in my free time.
Don't get me wrong, I like my reality. I love living and enjoying the world around me, but sometimes it is nice to escape to another world. To relish in some one's problems, feel their joys and cry their tears. This is the reason we like television and enjoy movies, but there is just something about a good book. You are living some one's life, yet you can create the surroundings, you can image the people their flaws and their beauty, you have a little control over how things are. It is very rare that I find books that captivate me to the point where I lose sleep, want to skip work, turn off the television, avoid outside, just to read.
I have recently read a couple, the Hunger Games trilogy was one. These books were great, suspenseful and I thoroughly enjoyed them. Though, once I was done with the third book; I was done. I felt I knew the characters well enough and didn't need to know any more. I still recommended these books to all and was sure to see the movie once it was released.
But no other book/books held me like Fifty Shades of Grey. These books were messed up, captivating, disturbing, romantic, warmhearted, scary, loving and the list goes on. Part of the time I didn't want to put them down, part of the time I felt alarmed that I was reading them, and the other part of the time I was wrapped up in that world. I read all three in a short amount of time, I missed workouts and sleep and yet couldn't put them down.
Now that I am finished I am happy that my "normal" life can resume, I am sad that those characters are out of my, but not out of my head. I find myself still wanting more, still wondering what happens to them.
I immediately looked up the author to see if she had written anything else... damn of course not, at least not yet.
I almost feel ruined for all other books, at least for a bit. I guess my reading stint will have to take a break for awhile, I guess that is okay, maybe I will accomplish some things other than reading 100 pages now.
Until the next book, next life changing event, next ah-ha moment.
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