Cover Me in Books

Because long computer use is inevitable now, it has robbed me of my reading time. And in reading, I mean reading a book-with pages that can be touched, torn, and written on; a spine that can have a crease; and a cover that can protect its contents. I miss it so much. I never realized this until I went to the bookstore last Sunday.

As far as I can remember, I used to hang out in Fully Booked Greenhills all by myself, just browsing around, opening pages of adventure in different sections. I'd sit there and read for hours (no, not exaggerating) especially if I didn't have much money with me. There were also days when I'd stay in a coffee shop. If none of the above, I'd stay home and read until I feel sleepy, but this doesn't really stop me from turning another page.

It's such a shame that I keep trying to find time to read, but I always end up facing the computer, like now. There's a hint of guilt in me, especially when I try to lessen my computer use but fail to do so. I tried to cut usage down to two hours, but it isn't very realistic now that I think about it. Most of what I need to do involves having to go online, searching, and keeping connected with everyone through the internet. Sometimes, I get sick of it.

There is so much pleasure in reading. It's like an adventure that can last for days, even weeks. Every turn of the page excites me. There is magic in those typewritten words put in specific order- it can form a mental movie, or even another world. I am at peace and in the solitude of my own world when I read.

Just like shopping, and weed for some people out there, I get a high when I finish a good book. There are times when I want to make it last and do not want to reach the end, but it leaves me fulfilled and elated anyway. Finishing my adventure one world gives me the opportunity to explore another.

This whole week is dedicated to my love and passion for books. For my love, I will always make time for you even if for the time being, most of what I can do is write about you.