How does it feel to read a really interesting book?

     It is a strange thing; for it is one thing that you feel, but many at once... for a long period of time. You feel a "knot" in the heart; you have the feeling that you will laugh... or cry. It somehow depends on the hour, the mood, and evon on the climate; really. A deep nostalgia for which never was, and never will be. A deep wish to at least for a moment, get lost in the worlds of which books are talking about. You let yourself be carriend by the emotion, but you are never satisfied. There is always something. One thing that, like having received orders from that of what you are reading, pulls you, tied with invisible chains that leave you vulnerable, and attract you even when you do not have the possibility to arrive there. There is always a key to untie the chains, but that key is thrown into the garbage and is confused with another key: the one given to you, which is another feeling: you fall in love with a character, you identify with another... that feeling just makes the knot tighter, calling you to what will never be.

     It makes you propose to yourself to quit anything else you're doing; to be there just a moment; and when you close the book and return to reality, you get disappointed. Because, how beautiful is that world! That with each inconvenience, each problem, becomes more perfect! How you wish to be there! Meeting even the most evil, just to get closer to a small part of the story! How fortunate are the characters to be part of that world! Each book has its own chains, an when you read to much, the mind gets lost. How it confuses you! And after some time, even you don´t know what you have in your mind, and when you try to find out, you get lost even deeper in your mind, questionig what in the beginning were solid columns of rock now have reduced into threads. You feel a character, a character of that book you love so much; all of your thoughts go to it. That character you would like to be. That character you would like to meet.