It's little things like this that matter to me..

I can't stop once I've started.
I wish it regarded life and all of my obligations, but no.
I just can't stop reading. While I'm reading I get to be something outside of myself, I'm nothing like me.
I'm nothing and I get so absorbed in the story, I can't even begin to tell you how much I like that.
All I really want to do is dissappear into the imaginary worlds of the fantasy books I so adore.
After two books of 600 pages each, over a seven days period - I still want more.
Only the dream of my dreams can top that feeling, and I haven't got it yet.
So I'm not about to stop, maybe slow down a bit, but.
I don't think I'll ever be that read-hating book-lover again. Not ever.

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