I realized what the most satisfying part about reading a book is: when you reach the point where you can't put that damn book down.
You begin, say, and you're reading along -- not not enjoying it, but it's a "whatever" feeling. Then, BAM! You realize that your eyes are glued to the page, 30 minutes have gone by since you were last conscious of yourself breathing, and you can't think of anything you'd rather be doing than curling up on your bed and shutting out the world while you finish one of the best works of literature known to mankind. It could be a certain event that happens in the book that grabs your attention, a clever thought brilliantly phrased, or perhaps a gradual shift in your perspective of what you're reading. Whatever it is, it's a revelation, an epiphany, a feeling that you can't fake and is worth pursuing (no matter how long it takes you to find a written work worthy of your efforts).
You begin, say, and you're reading along -- not not enjoying it, but it's a "whatever" feeling. Then, BAM! You realize that your eyes are glued to the page, 30 minutes have gone by since you were last conscious of yourself breathing, and you can't think of anything you'd rather be doing than curling up on your bed and shutting out the world while you finish one of the best works of literature known to mankind. It could be a certain event that happens in the book that grabs your attention, a clever thought brilliantly phrased, or perhaps a gradual shift in your perspective of what you're reading. Whatever it is, it's a revelation, an epiphany, a feeling that you can't fake and is worth pursuing (no matter how long it takes you to find a written work worthy of your efforts).
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i'd really love to find a book like that soon
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