There's something about a good book that makes me float above it all and sink in the deepest depths of the velvet seas of being, where I can feel happiness and sadness or compassion and anger in its organic form. Sentences leave me jubilant and glorious and glowing and beautiful and expressive- and I love writing about this feeling because my skin is gushing and overwhelmed and yearns to be entranced again!
Have you, too, felt this way?
Kindle and other electronic reading paraphernalia offend me; the feeling of a good book can never be substituted.
