Learning new things and the sense of adventure and thrill. I love to read and have books waiting!
Expanding my horizons..
Engrossed in a book that I can't lay down.
It is my escape hatch.
You can never be bored if you can read. Books take you to so many places, there's so much to learn about .. well, everything. Reading is a saving grace in a crazy world.
It could keep you from getting into the shower with a hair dryer..
I call that falling into a book. I always feel lost when someone interrupts me while I'm reading. I have to look around and get my bearings, I've become part of the book😊
The ability to be so engrossed on someone else's words that for a moment, I'm blissfully unaware of everything around me (and this can happen both with fiction and non-fiction). If I ever lose my sight then I'll move to audiobooks, but I can't imagine life without reading.
I cannot imagine not being able to read either. It's a very real fear for me, as my grandma and aunt both went blind from macular degeneration.
I've worked with a woman who had macular degeneration until she couldn't read the screen any longer - I felt so very damned bad for the emotional slap in the face she was made to take.
I really cannot imagine how hard it is, and I hope I never have to learn.
I'm with you on that hope ;)
Thank you. 😊
I love being transported to other times and places by the author's words and my own imagination.
Aside from the obvious curiosity and gaining knowledge part, it is a temporary reprieve from my mind pondering or worrying over things I likely cannot change, just for a little while.
Being part of the character's experiences - living part of their "lives" without the actual harm and fear they've faced, though surviving in the end.
I can smell the words.
Wait, oh, that's just my undies. Reading? I thought that was a town in Berkshire, UK.
Also a city in PA.
PA? Pacific Alzheimer's? Sorry, a bad joke, I just don't know about the abbreviation.
Reading, Pennsylvania, you know, the little Chicago of the east? At least, that is how Reading has been described to me but I would point to Harrisburg or York which is vying for that title.
Pacific Alzheimers sounds like a pretty good description of some of the west coast.
It was also a railroad company in the US.
That explains my fixation on spooning with hobos.
Something had to.
Getting lost in some small detail.
It gives me a comfortable illusion of intellectual superiority, along with other fictional ways of escaping realities of which I cannot cope. I can use BIG words too, and watch the 'deplorables' tremble.
The scratch and sniff centerfolds.