The Power of the Page
I’m not embarrassed. I’ll be the first to admit it... I’ll take a year to finish a sleepy novel. Granted, I usually have three to four books rotating on a regular basis, dog-eared-pages waiting in turn. I’ve always felt the need to be “reading something.”
Yet, on occasion, we come across a book that grabs us, handicaps us, makes us sit in the uncomfortable chair in the kitchen. The kind of book where the dishes collect in the sink. Lunch is forgotten. We stay in our stretchy pajamas, ignore our hair and don’t make the trip upstairs to brush our teeth. The flower beds we plan to weed, remain overgrown. The porch still needs to be swept, errands still need to be run.
The kind of book that when neighbors pop over and gaze at our hobo-style appearance we say: “Yeah...I look like hell, but I’m reading a great book...can’t put it down.”
What’s wonderful about confessing to such indulgence is the understanding and appreciative nod as well as a sparked interest into what material would have such an affect as to forget to shower.
“Must be good...what book?” they inquire.
And although it doesn’t happen very often, reading something Read more...