Bookish Love

Whoa. It's the 26th? Somehow I lost three whole days.

Blogger has a place to list your favorite books in "Profile." As much as I adore lists, I didnt type one. It simply changes too much. What I liked last week is meh today. So I wrote a description instead and then realized I had more to say on the subject - why not here?

Favorite Books?

Books that suck you into a story that is so real, so right now, it's as if you're an actual character that hasnt been mentioned yet. Books that, when you put them down, follow you around while you pull on socks and walk the dog. The storyline and characters fill the creases and folds and pores of your skin like bathwater, and every miniscule hair on your body feels a change in tone, an ominous sign, a foreshadowing of things yet unknown. It engages every emotion: it is not just a story, but it is your secret life, the one you have always wanted but have never dared to try. After the climax crests and your eyes are tired from lack of blinking, the denoument provides resolution, but not resolution enough. You close the cover - the stacked and numbered leaves no longer accessed or needed. But your mind continues the adventure: what happens next? Because surely, this is not the end. It cannot be the end.