This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!
January 21st, 2020
There is a moment when you realize that you have become invested so much in the characters created within a book that they no longer exist within a separate reality but have become a part of the very fabric of who you are.
Good books shift our perspectives, force us into new patterns of thinking. I know that when I get really into a novel the way that I formulate thoughts in my head shifts and becomes more like the characters that I enjoy, almost as though my brain knows that that is the right way I should be thinking.
It’s deep and mysterious and wonderful.
I fucking love books.
If you don’t well, I guess I still like you too.