2005-06-07 
 

read me a river

I used to live with my head inside a book most hours of the day...and night. I'd read so hard that my parents enjoyed saying that they could crack an egg over my head and I wouldn't notice except for that short moment when I'd have to wipe the runny yolk from my eyes in order to clearly see the page.

I haven't read like that in years. Finishing a book or two a day and leaving the rest of the world to run without me for months at a time. School and other social obligations becoming nothing more than semi-unpleasant dreams that I needed to push through in order to get back inside the pages of my latest adventure.

If it weren't for other people, books would still be my drug of choice.

I made a promise to myself in 10th grade to live life instead of just reading about it. Books still took up a large bit of time, but writing became more important as I started to record my experiences. It was slow going, and I'd often return to the comforting pages of a well worn tome, but the new books I was discovering told of lives that I hoped to emulate. Lives that weren't trapped in the torture of adolescence, but did require that one get out there and socialize.

So I did.

Over the years, I've tried a variety of more 'social' drugs: Alcohol, Nicotine, Marijuana, Acid, Cocaine, Ketamine, etc, but reading remains my number one drug of choice.

A rather complicated way to explain that I, like many others, am re-reading the entire Potter series in preparation for the release of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. The nugget here, is that I'm enjoying the sudden crunch of reading more than I'd like to admit, especially so soon after my sudden immersal into the world of Dan Brown and my return visits to both Douglas Adams and Robert Heinlein. I'm afraid it'll get hard for me to stop.

It may be G's turn to crack the egg.

Labels: reading

* posted by me at 7:24 PM

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