from modesto, california, now in knoxville, tennessee
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It's a lot like white noise...
Has anyone ever noticed how reading is a lot like white noise? What I mean is when people go to sleep and they have to have some sort of noise to sleep to usually white noise. Not me. The sound of static snow creeps me out. But yeah I do need some kind of noise to sleep to. I guess what I am saying is how comforting it is to settle down and read a good book. What is it that draws us all in to this literary world of imagination? We all know none of it is real but we rejoice when it can be our escape. I know that I have learned to make friends with books. Books are one of the only things that keeps me from going insane. That is no joke. I would one day hope to be a writer myself but it seems that I can't grasp that same magic as others can. That is the brilliance that compels us to keep our faces deep within yellowed pages of musty yet satisfying abstract delicacies. We analyze simple words and phrases and study other's experience's with in the stories but It's like they are right there with us. Take Mr. King's IT for example. When I read that novel I was in the same situation I am in right now. I had no friends. (only ones I have now are 3 states away.) I was struggling with depression, jobless, carless, and womanless. But when I creased that spine of that gateway to a world not only of horror but also friendship and love, It was like I was among old and caring people. I guess my theory here is that people don't understand how reading can be so important. It's an escape from the heartbreak and loneliness that life gives. As a human race we are supposed to unite as one, but if you look outside, it might as well be the end of the world. In conclusion, I was simply wishing to express my personal views and opinions of something that people take for granted everyday. So, go and pick up a good book, turn the pages, and escape...