(The book in question is “There are Rivers in the Sky” by Elif Shafak)

I am that hopeless bookworm who can get
Lost in the pages of a book and forget
The passage of time and the world around me
I can get transported to a world imaginary
In an instant if the story holds my attention
Breaking that spell needs extraordinary intervention
Until I have turned the last page of the book
Outside the confines of the pages I hardly look
I can read to the exclusion of food and rest
Unlimited time in reading I can invest
If I find a book that has the potential
To touch my soul- it becomes a need essential
To read the book cover to cover in one session
My zest for reading morphs into borderline obsession..
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When I read a book that has such power over me
I cannot help but feel a sense of melancholy
As I reach the last few pages signaling the inevitable end
Of the book, I find myself wishing I could extend
The book by a few pages so I would not
Have to leave the world in my current thoughts..
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I have finished reading the book and I find
Myself with a hangover, the book still occupies my mind
I congratulate the writer in my head and proceed
To post my review categorizing it as a five-star read

Isn’t it wonderful to read a really fabulous book?! I put it down, digest it, then go back and reread the last few pages again. The power of words!
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Yes!! For a lifelong reader, that is the definition of bliss!
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