When I read a book, something scary happens! I get KIDNAPPED.
It’s not scary for me. I have the time of my life, I can assure you. But for my family who sees my body sitting on the couch reading a book, but cannot reach me no matter how hard they try…because I’ve been kidnapped into another dimension…it’s a little scary.
This doesn’t happen with every book I read…just the REALLY, REALLY good ones. Mediocre books don’t suck me in and I’m able to hear what’s going on around me and answer questions and stop for a moment to empty the dryer when it rings, and pay attention to the clock so I know when to fix meals.
But if I get hold of a REALLY, REALLY good book…my home and family suffers. The book literally kidnaps my mind…and my life is put on hold until I am ransomed. Continue reading