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Reading 4-11-2004 in Out in the Open

  • Oct. 25, 2013, 4:58 a.m.
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Reading Sunday, April 11, 2004

Awhile back I had a horrible relationship with a man named Chris. Actually his name was Paul, but that's a whole different story. After "Chris" and I broke up some horrible events took place and I was slowly slipping into insanity. However, I found something that helped me pull through it. I received an ad in my mail for Double Day Book Club. I thought what they heck and joined. I began reading every spare minute I had. I read from every genre. I wasn't picky. I became so absorbed in the people's lives of these books that I stopped thinking about my life and how it was spiraling out of control. When I finally stopped reading I realized that I had been vicariously living my life through these people's lives... these fictitious people became me and I became them. Through the months of reading I had found perfect love, over came hardships, and even came of age.

So now that it's been years since then I have all of a sudden found myself reading again. I read all the time. I mostly read at work. It's amazing what happens when I read. People, who have never spoke to me, ask me questions. It's like there are two kinds of people in this world. People that read, and people that don't. People that read live exciting lives and have so much to talk about. People that don't read are just uneducated boring saps. I know that's not true, but it's just strange to me that I am treated differently when holding a book in my hands.

My life is rather uneventful right now. My second job is over. For once I didn't quit either! It was just temporary. I find it kind of sad that it's done. I am still not dating anyone. I think that I am reading because of these things. At least when I am reading I can feel as though I am falling in love.... or over coming some hardships.

As a whole, I am happy. I don't have many complaints. One day, very soon, I am going to smile and really mean it.

Books Read: The Guardian by Nicholas Sparks

                     White Oleander by Janet Fitch

                     Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

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