Candida Hofer - Libraries (published 2005)
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath - H.P. Lovecraft
Ballantine Books - Nov 1976
The story my book mark is on, right this very moment.
Why didn’t anyone warn me that once I was free to read whatever I wanted again I would once more be an antisocial loner, and that I’d rather flee to my imaginary world? Even if I had been told it wouldn’t have stopped me, three weeks in Italy is way too long and boring.
I found this while reading back through my drafts. My mum told me off so much this summer because I spent every minute, of every hour, of every day reading, completely ignoring people (she thinks it’s antisocial, rude behaviour). What I don’t think she ever understood was that books to me are the way I flee from reality and feel much happier. I love it when reading, and books become real, and I cry for the characters, and feel their sorrows as if they were mine, and smile with them when they are happy. Yes; I am that kind of reader.