This post is not so much about the book as it is about my frustrations with the fact that there are only 24 hours in the day, and so much of my sixty minute intervals dedicated to sleep, hygiene, food, classes, homework, and my jobs. I am absolutely addicted to this book - I would say I can't put it down, but alas I sadly have to all too often. I still have yet to finish it but I am ahead of schedule for the forty page weekly intervals that my blog group originally agreed upon. I just couldn't help myself.
Also, I get so lost in the reading process that I plum forget to find myself time for the blog posts. But don't worry, when I am all done with this thing, they will be flooding in. I have so many ideas, so many questions, so many strange stirrings and sensations that this book conjurs up as the story progresses.
A book has not had this effect on me in a while - only a handful of works have been so profound within my mind. The most easily relatable notion is omething along the lines of what we'll call the Harry Potter effect - where as soon as you get your hands on a book, you find a space to read where you won't be disturbed for hours or if you're skilled enough even forgotten for days so you can charge through the novel in blissful peace. You lose all track of time and simply flip pages until you reach the back cover, and then get all depressed that the experience - as captivating and entrancing and hypnotizing as it was - is over.
Why do books have such a power over us? Why do we ignore the passage of times when we can observe the shadows on the walls dancing and changing with the coming and going of daylight? Why do we put aside sensations of hunger and fatigue and soldier through something that takes so much effort and self discipline? Is this masochistc - the way we disrupt our lives, destroy our sleep schedules, deprave our skin of sunlight and our stomachs of sustenance? Or is this sadistic - the way we plow through the story and its messages at a pace that brings the final words upon us all too quickly?
I love this book - I hate that I don't have more time to read it - and I will try and be more timely with posting my blogs and responding to ya'll.
I completely agree! I really procrastinated reading any further than the first 40 pages because I was so bored. But as soon as the murders are committed and we start delving deeper into the crime, the book becomes more and more interesting. It's become a real page-turner and increasing hard to put down.
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