Writer's Whispers

Book Lust

I've lost it,

I've lost the ability to lose myself in a book.

And I miss it all:

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I miss those worlds full of fantasy,

That became very vivid in my mind as the first few pages went by.

I miss those romantic scenes where the main character would describe the passion brewing between them and another character or some creepy unknown third person narrator.

I miss being unable to drop a book,

Walking and reading if I had to get up.

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I miss those action scenes,

The ones that make me boil with anticipation,

Burn with fear,

And cringe when the author knows how to create good images of broken bones and crushed skulls and an unrelenting villain.

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I miss those conversations,

The ones that leave me laughing

And force me to drop the book before I choke on my giggling.

I miss those books with mystery all over the place,

I miss trying to fit the puzzle pieces together as the pages remaining became thinner,

Only to be slapped in the face by a good plot twist.

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I miss books,

I miss being able to read fifty pages without stopping,

I miss that feeling of accomplishment when I finished a pile of books over the holidays.

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But now,

Now I read two pages,

Then feel boredom smiling over my shoulders

And I drop the book,

Without promising it that I would be back to read it.

No, I drop the book

Uninterested

In the story it has to share.

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I miss it all,

I miss being able to get lost in a book.