There's something about me and new books. Maybe it's the writer/reader in me, or perhaps it's that the idea of having a new world concealed within the pages of new literature that is just waiting for me to explore it. Whatever it is, I eat through books. It is a hunger that can never be fully satisfied, and whenever I am presented with new books, I devour them thouroughly, barely pausing for anything else. I can finish some books in a single sitting, or depending on the length and the difficulty of the content, it may take me about a week.
In the most recent case, it took me just under four days to read Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice. In fact, I got it Friday night around 9, and I finished it this afternoon around 6. I spent the majority of my Saturday on my bed reading, then as much time as I could spare Sunday. Then, when I couldn't sleep last night because I was feeling sick, I could not resist the temptation to turn on my lamp and spent the otherwise idle, wasted time reading further.
I have always been an avid reader. Parts of my room have always been dedicated to displaying my somewhat small collection of books. I have come from Dr. Suess to Babysitter Club to Harry Potter to my now extremely varied assortment of literature. However, I have started collecting Barnes and Noble's series of classic books, which are small, fabric-covered red hardback books with little bookmarks. I own Pride & Prejudice, Emma (also by Jane Austen), and two Sherlock Holmes books, and am looking forward to continuing my collection.
The high I get from books is short-lived, probably due to the speed at which I read through my new books. However, for tonight I am still entranced by the world of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy.
(for Jenny's reading pleasure, 'cause she requested a fresh entry and I ain't got nothin' to say tonight. Besides... I'm proud as can be that my daughter's an avid reader. She does me proud. :) )