reading is a wonderful habit to cultivate.
it widens your vocabulary, makes you more sensitive to the finer side of human nature and awakens in you the thirst for knowledge.
really, there isn't many negative things you can find about reading.
or so they say.
heaping praises on an activity that one loves is not uncommon. in fact, it is taken for granted that one will naturally exaggerate the plus points of ones loves.
but i wish that people will just be more honest about reading, really.
i definitely love reading.
no doubt about that.
but not just for the grasp of the language or the quenching of the thirst for knowledge.
it is the falling away of reality that draws me the most. that beautiful, alluring transit from reality to fantasy, that propulsion into a parallel universe that never is parallel but more often than not is perpendicular or any other odd angle.
i want the key that will unlock all these worlds, these lives, full of iridescence that i can never dream of having.
i want.
there, i've been honest.
don't say i've never tried to enlighten you on the joys of reading.
oh shit, i just exaggerated.
on a side note, omg edward cullen