Getting lost in a book.

What is it like?

Love of characters to the point that you want to bring them home with you. You want to sit across the table with them, tea in hand, and ask them a million questions about their reality, the reality you imagine.

It’s a comfort. It feels like home to me. The story folds out like a movie in my mind and while I want to know th ending of the book I Dont want it to end.

Descriptive passages lure me in and the scenes created can be as real in my mind as though I were walking into the set of the book. I can taste the tea and welsh cakes, I can feel the fabric of their dress, I can run my hands over the long blades of grass in their field.

It allows me to ignite a part of my brain and my thought patterns that aren’t allowed or able to come out to play in my day to day.