The Rites Of Reading

Have you ever felt so engrossed into a book that it becomes family?

I have.

Every single time I read a book I find myself captured by the world the Author has created and after every book is completed, I feel empty. As if someone I know is going away from me and all I have left are the memories.

It all begins with picking the book. All together now:

PICK ONE

You search through genres and titles until one book stands out to you. Then you find a place to sit. I say “sit” but in actual fact you need a place where you can lay down and toss around side to side, because let’s face it; How many people ever read a book in this position:

Weird Reading Position

No one.

Well, maybe the person in the image reads like that…Actually, come to think of it, I am sure that image has been photoshopped. Seriously, who sits like that throughout a whole book?

This is the normal way:

Normal Reading Position

I see that you are all nodding your heads frantically and applauding in agreement…and if you aren’t, that was a subtle cue to do so.

Anyways, back to reading. So we’ve found a book and a place to read, now to read the book.

The reading journey starts off with the weight of the pages on your right hand. Until half way through the book, your right arm will be more muscular than your left but as the pages switch sides, the left arm will begin to play catch up. So you know – you’re symmetrical.

As this journey takes place, memories are created, experiences are felt, friendships are made as the characters come to life, the book falls on your face and starts to bruise your nose and cheeks and then the story picks up (making you drop the book on your face a few more times), the story reaches the climax, you find out what happens and then…it comes to  an end. Just. Like. That.

At this point we’ve reached the fourth rite: end.

This is possibly the most difficult out of all the rites of passage. Your characters leave you, a sense of loss takes over your entire body, you feel confused, you cry, you throw tantrums, you forget there is reality around you but luckily, there is hope:

Finally, after you have mourned, it dawns upon you that it is time to pick up another book and go through the Rites of Reading again.

That’s a hint to read this article again.

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