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06Jun08

reading is wonderful. I have always read. I have always loved to get lost in a good book. Recentely I have been going through books faster than I used to go through packs of cigarettes. Maybe its a replacement for smoking? I am not sure. But I have realized that i do not read like I feel I was taught to read. I do not read to sit in amazement at the authors literary expertise or the grammatical correctness of the writing itself. I do not read to find themes, metaphors, and the like. I read to escape. I read to relate. I read to enjoy. I read to read. When I pick up a book I want to be able to experience what I did on my lunch break today. I want to sit in the sun for an hour on a busy street with my headphones in and book in hand. I want to be able to drown out everything. The people, cars, busses, sirens, everything. today I listened to a full CD while reading my book and could not tell you which songs played because I was not actually listening. I was lost. I was in my own world. People walked by me and talked and laughed and I heard nothing of it. I was in my book as deep as I could dive down. I was the main character. I was also every supporting role. I was able to find traits of myself in each and every character that was present. And from this I feel almost as if I can learn from their mistakes and learn from their acheivements as if they were real. It is amazing to be able to find something to relate with in every single person whether in real life or in the amazing life that is in your head as you are wrapped up in a good book. I read to read. I read to get lost. And it feels wonderful.

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