Devour
When was the last time you truly felt insatiable? When were you left wanting? When you craved something so bad you couldn't sleep. The hunger in you became unbearable.
The day I wandered into Barnes and Noble I felt a tug, as if something or someone was calling me. I allowed myself to follow. There I stood before a world I had no idea existed. The cover pulled me in, and once my hands grasped the book, a book attendant walked by and smiled. As if within that look and smile was a yes, a meaning of welcome. I didn't allow myself to break the binding and dive in. I clung to it, pressing it to my chest like it would seep into me. I paid and another clerk smiled. It was as if they all knew of a secret, that I seemed to not know. I walked out of the store, the cool wind licking my face, and the grey and bleakness of Minnesota made me shudder. I drove home a little faster that night.
I was home, I sat on the couch allowing the comfort and warmth of my blanket to cocoon me. The book is in my lap. It was time to go into the unknown. I finally broke the seal, the binding relaxing into my touch, the crisp pages singing wondrous melodies. I didn't read, I felt, I breathed, I was.
I was ravenous for the pages, I became feral, and no one could break my bond or concentration. I wasn't Alyssa anymore, I was entirely at the will and mercy of Sarah J. Maas.
The day I read A Court Of Thorns and Roses I became insatiable. I had to have the next book. The world of ACOTAR became not a fantasy or words on a page. It became so much more. I could leave the world behind, and fly on moonlight, smell the gardens of the court, tense and shudder at those sickening sweet words of one character, and fall for another.
It has been a long time since I have picked up a book, and been this enchanted. I have read books, but I don't finish them because I become bored, the hero wins, love, wins, and the same sweet plot. I needed something new.
I guess what I am trying to say is that there is magic in the world of literature. To be able to travel between realms, time, and points of view. It truly is a wondrous gift.
I thank all writers.
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