Talking to Katie tonight, I told her about the book I read earlier this week. Stayed up until 5 AM reading it and I said, “This is why I don’t read. I can’t put it down so I’ll stay up all night until I read, ‘The End.’”
That’s the sign of a good book — when you can’t put it down. Even though I know I should be sleeping, writing, doing schoolwork; whatever. I literally can’t stop reading. It’s my escape from reality.
As is writing.
Do any of y’all feel like this or am I alone?