Reading was my thing. Books were my escape, my way of becoming someone else, losing myself in a different world with different friends. People knew me not by my face but by the book IN FRONT of my face. I read on the bus, at lunchtime, even while walking down the street. The way people have their eyes glued to their phones now, that was me and my book.
But marriage, motherhood, and a mortgage (i.e. Full time employment) has kept me from being the avid reader I was. I’ve tried to regain that devotion.I’ve borrowed from the library, I’ve purchased books, and even tried e-reading. I just am not able to concentrate as in days past. And I must confess there is so much on offer on TV it’s hard to turn away and pick up a page turner.
And it’s just hit me: the shows I immerse myself in are, when you think about it, live books. Continuing series are digital stories, and with access to stations like AMC where I can watch Hell On Wheels, and Netflix which offers a mad amount of viewing options, well..
Just as in any book I can lose myself in the storyline of the shows I watch. I can love and hate the characters. I can want to see the next chapter and not want the story to end. I’ll never completely give up on books, I love the feel and the smell and the comfort of them too much to turn my back on them. But there is plenty of room in my life for stories come to life as well.
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