Thursday, July 18, 2013

Know what I mean?

The Bookworm's Table
Claude Raguet Hirst
Why I love being a bookworm, reason #48,762:

That delicious sense of anticipation that comes before you pick your next book.  Will it be an obscure travelogue?  A classic you missed?  A mystery?  A love story?  Who knows?  The possibilities are endless.  It's like a blank canvas, a limitless number, all the books in the universe existing for you until you choose one, and then the infinite literary dimensions collapse into the book in your hand.  And then you finish it and the cycle repeats.

I'm sure there is a word for this sensation, but I don't know it.  What do you call it?

12 comments:

  1. Yes, I know exactly what you mean. And no, i don't know the word for it. Maybe I'll find it if I read more books...

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  2. Ooh, I'll have to come up with a word - I love that feeling!

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    1. I hope you'll share with us when you figure it out! :)

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  3. An addiction. Anything that euphoric that you have to revisit is an addiction. I have been through worse and I hope I never have to go through withdrawal.

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    1. It definitely is an addiction, but fortunately not a destructive one!

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  4. Wonderful. The process of picking up a new book is full of wonder.

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    1. Very true--another great description!

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