Escaping

This week I've been reading. I have been reading. Reading. Books. Not textbooks. Not internet sites. Real, fiction, fun books.

It's been wonderful.

Today I had an afternoon and evening free, interrupted by two hours of supper/tech rehearsal. At 1:30 I began reading "The Hunger Games." Tonight at 9:00 I finished reading "The Hunger Games."

Very good book within the realm of adolescent literature. Not Harry Potter standards, but how many Harry Potter's can one generation have? But it kicked Twilight's sparkly ass.

It just felt good to escape. I didn't have to leave my couch, but I was able to escape. Christmas was the last time I got to escape into a book. I've missed it. I've missed being able to focus on someone else's problems, problems I can do nothing about (which isn't that different from my problems right now) but keep reading.

Now I only wish I had gotten tickets to the midnight premiere tonight. Oh well, soon enough.

For some reason, I always tend to forget the affect books can have on me when they aren't assigned to me or so boring I can't  see straight. It's much easier and smarter to run away into a book, even if just for a few hours, than it is to get in my car and run away. Cheaper too, I suppose. Although, the thought has crossed my mind more than once the past few weeks...

So, I'll just keep reading. Escape for a bit here and there, remember why I love words so much.

Until next time, escape for a bit, read a book.