You know what I'll never understand? Why no one I know reads. I'm not trying to sound all high and mighty, but for as much as we all hate our lives, reading is the best escape on the planet. Even if you read those Shopaholic type books, how nice is it to be someone else for a while? Not even to be someone else, I don't know, just not have to deal with what's going on in your life. This is something I'll never understand. Not sitting here saying that I want to be someone else or anything, but it's nice to have the escape. I can't think of another way to put it. I'm not going to sit here and say that I hate TV, but I think that my imagination is 100 times better than anything that some director can think up. Usually. When I go into a library it's like crack. I need it, I want more and more and more. Nothing will ever be enough. I could just look at books, I could read, I could talk about books all day.
You people explain how you don't like it.
In that same vein, I'm reading Madame Bovary. It's slow going, not because I don't like it but because I'm sort of blah as of late and reading is somehow too straining. I don't want to hold the book up. But I just read a page about how Emma Bovary is talking to this guy, Leon, about books. Her husband says "My wife doesn't care much about it... She prefers to stay in her room all the time and read, even though she's been told to exercise".
Me too, Emma. Me too.
But do what you will. I'm just telling you that it's nice to get really into reading. Just saying.