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Enraptured

13 years ago

As a lifelong reader, I read books for many reasons. Some provide me with intellectually compelling information or satisfy my curiosity. They may even influence how I think about the world. Others may entertain me, distract me, or even charm me. Still others bring me delight or humor. Some merely while away boredom, which sounds like a trivial thing, but when stuck for hours in a waiting room I find this a very valuable service indeed. All of these are valid reasons for me to read.

But my favorite books of all completely entrance me, enticing me into another reality. When I am caught in the rapture -- and it is a rapture -- I resent the intrusion of the physical world. I want to read uninterrupted, immersed until the book is done. When at last I close the cover on the final page, I am as sad as I am happy. I suppose it is an addiction of sorts. Finding these few, perhaps one or two or maybe three a year, is the reason I willingly I wade through a hundred or more far less satisfying books every year of my life. Often these are the novels that stand up best to re-reading, though naturally repeated readings are different in their rewards.

I suspect that it is sometimes the book itself, and sometimes the reader's susceptibility that enables this to happen. There may be books that appeals to may people in this way. Others may appeal so strongly to only a few.

If you are like me, what books have engaged you in this manner?

Rosefolly

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