I love books! I can sit with a book and read all day if I have the time...and sometimes even when I don't have the time. This week, besides reading Classics of Moral and Political Thought, I got to read The Hunger Games. Now, I've been wanting to read them for so long and my roommate finally brought them home on Wednesday afternoon. I sat down to start the first one that night after studying and read far longer than I should have. By yesterday afternoon I finished the first two books. The third is still painfully out of reach, for the moment. I'm totally hooked....its a little sad.
This made me start thinking, what is it about a really good book that I love so much? Is it that for a moment, I can escape in to the fluff of fiction and relax for a while? Is it the feeling of pride as you look up after hours and see that you only have twenty pages left and you might as well finish it now? I think its the plots that get me. The amount of talent and imagination it takes to make a totally ridiculous situation believable is awe-inspiring. I am thoroughly impressed to see so many different ideas, really clever concepts executed well. Its fabulous! If I had a million years to live, I would write a book.
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