books, glorious books..

I have no idea where I found this link but reading this guy's list brought tears to my eyes. I love reading. There is nothing - nothing - like the feeling you get when you're swept up by a wonderful story.

Check this out.

Reading that list makes me burst with the memories of reading some of those books, and at the same time yearn and salivate thinking of reading the ones he mentions that I've not come across. I consider myself widely and weirdly read but I've only read four of the titles he mentions and flicked through a couple of others. There are several he mentions that I'd never even heard of - title or author.

I miss reading. I haven't been grabbed by a book for a while now. I have.. *scampers off to count* ..13 books by my bed that I'm in various stages of reading.

But none of them are really connecting with me.

Or, more to the point, I'm not letting them (or am unable to let them) connect. I can't seem to focus enough lately. No just too much happening in my head, I'm used to that confusion continually surrounding me, but too much outside of my head to do.

Yet I seem to be making very little headway anywhere. For instance I'm supposed to be at karate as I type this. But I'm so tired and washed-out after a day in front of a computer doing very little. Ironic that I know I need more exercise but I'm so tired from my inactivity that I can't do it. No, not ironic, the other word.. arse, that's right. It's just arse.

Modern life is rubbish. But I digress.

I just want to curl up with a good book and spend 12 hours reading till I finish it. And not have anything else to think about, anything else to do, anywhere to be. And especially I want to not want to be anywhere else, doing other things. I want to be able to focus on that one thing, to the exclusion of all others.

Life must be so easy and rewarding for mono-maniacs.