Have you ever gotten so into a book that when one of the characters should be hesitating about doing something, you yourself are hesitating to turn the page? It's an odd little feeling, and it happened to me yesterday while I was reading Everlost.
Finally getting around to starting the book was a good thing; it was one of those books I purchased after attending a reading motivation workshop, guaranteed to be interesting to young teens. I had ordered about 20 of them to pre-read and place on the shelves of my classroom, but I didn't read all of them right away, having also just begun graduate school. It sat there, and sat there, and sat there. I recommended it to a lot of kids as "something I heard was really good," but I always feel a little uneasy doing that when I haven't actually read it. Now I have! Just as I suspected, getting started was the hiccup—finishing it was not.
Victory for me, as I have this previously stated fear of never reading all the books on my own shelves.
There's always a sense of accomplishment after I've finished reading a book, but lately I've felt less of that when it's fiction. But now I have a whole stack of books on music that I've got to read before they're due back at the library. I think this evening, after I've finished everything I need to do for the day, I'll turn on some Mozart and get started.
So...? How did you like it?
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