I have often written about my love for books which has been around pretty much forever. With being out of school now (yes, I am an official college graduate!!! Woohoo!!) and having more free time on my hands, I have found that love re-kindled and burning brighter and harder than ever before. All I long to do is lay in bed for days reading all of my new books (I have 9 on my shelf and many more on my Nook that I haven't even touched yet). But I know that I have responsibilities at work and in life. So that is what keeps me from giving into my bed and books. I know that I have a wedding to pay for, a credit card bill that comes every month (which unfortunately is very large lately with all of the wedding stuff) and student loans that will soon need to be paid on. I know that I have relationships with family and friends to invest in. I know that I have a GOD who longs to spend time with me right away, first and foremost, rather than waiting until I finish the next chapter or next book in whatever series I am currently reading. I know these things. But sometimes it's hard to not get lost in the words and pages.
One of my current favorite Disney movies is Beauty and the Beast. I watched it countless times in Peru and have watched it three or four times since coming home. Every time I watch it I feel like I identify more and more with Belle. In the first song of the movie the townspeople are singing about how strange Belle is. And some of the lyrics are as follows:
"Look
there she goes, that girl is so peculiar. I wonder if she's feeling
well... With a dreamy far-off look and her nose stuck in a book. What a
puzzle to the rest of us is Belle."
I am the girl with "a dreamy far-off look and her nose stuck in a book." And there is no denying it. I know that when I am on break at work if anyone was to watch me and try to talk to me, they would have to stand right in front of me and force me to put my book down. I also know that even while I am working, whether at Customer Service or up front, there are times when I space off and seem to just drift through my day. I can't help it sometimes. Part of it is just my way of coping with the large amount of people I have to interact with. Part of it is my way of trying to make my shift go by faster. And part of it is just my desire to escape to a world so very different from my own.
Lately I have been letting myself get lost in the words and pages of Andrew Peterson's Wingfeather Saga. They are great books and very funny to read. They could be put in the same genre as Lord of the Rings (only on a more basic level for kids), Chronicles of Narnia, and the Eragon series (I haven't read those... but my brother has). They are full of adventure, life lessons and family values. Definitely books I would recommend to readers of all ages. I am on the third one (I read the other two in less than 3 weeks and anxiously awaiting the release of the fourth) and I am almost half way done. Hoping to finish it by the weekend so I can start on another book... not sure which one though. I have really enjoyed Peterson's books. They are very intriguing and easy to get lost in. When I read them (as with most every other book I read), I am transported to the world being described. I find myself in the story as an onlooker and sometimes when I go to sleep and dream after reading late into the night the book becomes real in my dreams.
And that is part of why I love to read so much. Part of why I so often long to just get lost in the words and pages. Why I so often feel like I could be described the same way as Belle in Beauty and the Beast.
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