It’s a little bit strange sometimes

It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think am the people in the book – The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I don’t know that I’ve ever gotten so lost in a book that I thought I was a character from it. I have felt their emotions so deeply that I’ve cried for them, laughed with them, and been angry on their behalf. Sometimes I wish I was wherever they are. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wander the halls of Hogwarts, or run through the valleys in one of the Anne of Green Gables books, or hide from the ghosts and monsters in a haunted mansion?

I’ve talked about this with other people before. They don’t really get it. I like to reread a book and relive the experiences and places and emotions of a character. Books are friends. Consume them, but it’s okay to cherish them too.

Tell me about a book you’ve felt this way about.

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