On a side note, before I go into the topic I had planned, my preteen sister found the blog I wrote about her. The scary thing is she didn't get mad. On the contrary when she read the part where I called her conniving, she just shrugged and said it's true and she's not going to deny it. My mind promptly exploded.
Have you ever sat down with a book you were particularly excited about reading before going to bed? You find a nice quite, comfortable location, and curl up ready to lose yourself for a few minutes in another world. Then suddenly you look up and it's one o'clock in the morning!! You stare at the book in horror, realizing it has claimed three hours of your life without your knowledge. Just leeched it away to who knows where.
I have had that happen to me on numerous occasions. I'll sit down to read and hours of my life disappear before my very eyes. Sometimes I think all good books come with time warping devices. Those and homing beacons. I know this is a cliche saying, however, it is applicable in this case: "Sometimes I swear I would lose my head if it wasn't attached to my body." I misplace keys, papers, clothing, jewelry, my purse, but if there is a book I'm interested in reading I couldn't lose it if I wanted to. I'll walk into my room with the every intention of doing something productive, and it will be sitting there. Looking oh-so-harmless, ready to snatch away precious hours of my life as soon as I let my guard down. I'll be searching frantically for my keys, and while the keys have managed to vanish off the face of the planet, everywhere I turn there it is: the book. At times it even seems to follow me. Oh, my family members will claim that I just left it out the last time I was reading, but we know the truth. It's stalking it's reader, waiting for a chance to pull them back into it's time warp.
Luckily for me, I' m a fast reader, so the ever-present sirens call of the book, does not hold sway over me for long. I finish reading it relatively quickly and then run for my life, praying it doesn't have a sequel.
That's why I was so late putting up the latest post, a book had thrown it's time warp over me. See, it wasn't my fault, it was the book's fault. I promise. Really.
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5 comments:
Hello here Briar..
thanks for the comment you left for my post. I'm glad to hear from you. I have read some of your postings here as well.I like the simplicity of your blog. I used to have black template too before but needed a 3-columned one so i switched.
I hope to hear from you again...TC!
I totally understand where your coming from, but for me that experience is one of good rather then evil. Is there nothing greater then being drawn into a book until it spits you out back into reality? I know that doesn't sound very inviting but I love the moments when a book makes the time fly.
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That is the exact reason I stopped reading (only temporarily, of course). When I get into a book or other project, I can't discipline myself enough to limit my time so I can accomplish all the other zillion things on my to-do list each day. My 4 kids don't tend to like me neglecting them for a book either...
By the way, I'm pretty sure that strangling someone is in direct violation of the Golden Rule... unless, of course, you prefer to be strangled yourself!
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