Last night, I had some trouble sleeping again, as usual. My insomnia really intervenes at the most untimely moment. Just when I was desperate to be in a deep slumber, it would make things strenuous and unpleasant.
Of course there was only one thing that I'd do if such a problem arises: read a book.
As I was flipping through the pages, inhaling the scent of the paper, I was filled with a different sensation. All of a sudden a rush of excitement started to overwhelm me. The desire to sleep instantaneously vanished, as though it was never there a few minutes ago.
I was so enthralled.
But why would I be? I mean, sure, I wasn't able to read novels during school days. But I just read an e-book that afternoon, and mind you, it was a very popular series so I probably should have more excitement on that particular moment.
But no.
Oddly enough, I felt that beautiful sensation while I was reading an unpopular book. Such is the power of reading paperbacks. Of touching the pages. Of inhaling the wonderful smell. Indeed, reading an actual book is incomparable to reading through a laptop or a tablet PC. Well, yes - you are indulging yourself in another world, engaging yourself in different situations, but you can't experience that moment where you are seated comfortably and living the book. Treasuring the moment. Feeling every sensation.
That's it. I am a passionate writer, but sometimes I cannot successfully wield into words how I truly feel.
But then again, if you're as voracious a reader as I am, you will completely understand what I am trying to say.
Do you?
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