I don’t want to go to sleep, I want to crawl into the book and stay there.
Can’t get enough of this novel. I read day and night. I have almost finished tome II, and still have four more books to go. Hurrah!
It’s like reading about ones own life. I guess everyone feels like this, and that must be why it has become so immensely popular.
I feel inspired to read, to write (well, mostly to read) to study.
It also makes me anxious, as it cuts right to the bone on every page, in every phrase. Much of what it talks about is stuff I’m trying to forget in my everyday life.
I try to breathe through it, it’s only words. It’s only fiction.
Oh wait, actually it’s not.