June 30th, 2008
Lost in a Good Book
During the weekend that just ended, I found myself nursing a very sore right arm (too much computing), not in the mood for television, and soothed by a lovely rainstorm outside my window. I had a stack of novels waiting to be read for review, and I curled up on the couch with the dogs, and was soon immersed in one of them.
I was taken back to all the times in my life that entering a book has literally been stepping outside of time for a while. I don’t often have the opportunity to dive so deeply into my reading that the rest of existence truly disappears and it’s just me and the story. To do so, Saturday night, was more refreshing than any spa treatment. (And I am the queen of spa treatments, so I should know.)
As I write this, night has settled around my house, my husband is stuck at work on a project that may take until dawn, and I have a rare few hours without anything pressing to do. I could - and probably should write, but somehow, there’s nothing more appealing than picking up another novel, and getting lost in a good book.
