Do you remember turning to the last page of a book and thinking, "NOOOO!!! I'm not ready to say goodbye!! Come back!!" Your heart was sad. Your fingers weren't ready to stop turning pages. You felt bereft. Lonely. Like you were in a canoe in the middle of a lake with no paddles and no buddies to row with. Just you. Sitting in the boat. Wanting to keep going and going and goi......
The colorful collection of characters cast their spell into the very core of you, binding your imagination to their story. Drawing your mind into their world making their reality yours. You become a silent partner. A witness. Isn't that the true measure of a treasured tome? You plunge into each paragraph. The next chapter. You love and hate and bleed and sleep and laugh and eat. You discover a whole new collection of trusted friends. Of dreaded enemies. The plot finds you sweating in the heat, exhausted in the fields, satisfied after the feast, splashing in the brook, crying about the loss, smiling at the joke, caught in the awe of a magnificent sunrise and the resplendent glory of a sunset.
The twist of a phrase. The placement of the perfect adjective. The unanticipated surprise revealed in a BURST. The richly painted cerebral images of the characters. All artfully mixed and swirled into one glorious tale. To anticipate. To savor. To captivate. To fascinate. To entertain. To leave you wanting more.
1 comment:
yeah, you're right - nothing worse than a good book!
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