Why do I read? As a child I remember reading in quiet corners, avoiding conversation with siblings, ignoring piano lessons, gardening, chores, -pretending nothing existed but the world in the book that I held in my hands. Early childhood, adolescence, adulthood, the affair continues...
I love the written word, the enchanting voice of the storyteller, the tales he weaves, drawing us into secret places, carefully placing us under delicate spells. Stories transport us to destinations, to experience parallel lives, thoughts, and dreams. Wanderlust. I love travelling, books at my side, and if at home -I cosy up into my sofa and still wander the world.
It's pure escapism, I love to run my fingers over the pages, -I like to cast my net far and wide - catching those magical butterflies, watch them flutter over my skin, if just for a short time. It's a moment in time - a glimpse into another world before floating back into reality. Sometimes I wish I could linger in those secret worlds where my favourite characters roam, put down roots and stay awhile. How about you?
|Escape to Parallel Universes|
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