Somebody once told me I'd meet my end in books one of these days. Because my nose was almost always buried in one (so the risk of asphyxiation's really high). Because I tend to fall asleep while reading one only to be jerked wide awake because the spine fell smack in the middle of my nose or forehead (as if that's deadly, pfft). And because I tend to live out whatever I read (so, I recently started reading all them Godly, spiritual pieces, won't hurt if I live those out, right?).

So far, no such luck in meeting my "end." No book has grabbed me by the head to suffer in any nightmares. No gremlins or ghouls that leap out of the pages to go bump-in-the-night around my house or some such surroundings. No weird lights flickering on and off whenever I get to a part that I should have known but somehow don't (probably just something ectoplasmic trying to ruin some of y'all's day). So yeah. I will probably read until I meet this "end." Coz hey. I take warnings seriously to heart. And in this instance, possibly to the grave.