I don’t know if anyone else feels this way, but when I am reading a book, I get completely absorbed, to the point where I feel that book’s potential for life in my own life…Confusing right?
I’ll give an example. I just recently finished Dracula and so for the past nights I have been super terrified that a giant bat will knock on my window, as impossible as that might sound, it’s become a real fear. Or the fear that fog will creep under the door and mean that he’s coming!
Maybe it’s more pronounced for Dracula because it touches a bit on the eerie supernatural side, which, is a large kryptonite spot for me.
On a side note, I get really scared about this type of stuff (demons on the ceilings, ghosts in my mirrors, etc) to the point where it almost makes me not do things, but anyway.
I almost felt like Dracula had become so real to me, that I could imagine it happening.
And this isn’t the first book that has happened like this, almost all, and definitely the most well written (or really, the ones I like the most) has infested my imagination.
But isn’t that the glory and wonder of books? That they have this power to not only change the world you see, but to manifest themselves inside you?