As we wrap up 2009, this thought crossed my mind:
Does everyone do this, or am I a complete reading freak?
I read about things I never would want to do, and about lives I’d despise leading.
I adore reading about:
espionage (I’m jumpy as all hell)
the sea (I’m a landlubber who’s terrified of deep water and freaked out by the thought of fish bumping up against me)
space (also am freaked out by space—all that vast nothingness out there!)
tragedy (God knows I’ve had it up to here with crappy things happening to the good and decent, doggone it)
journalists (whose work I would find impossible)
U.S. presidents (I cannot imagine why any human would want to hold that largely thankless office).
Yet these books suck me in every time. Why the appeal?!
Do you do this to yourself, too? Or am I truly A Reading Freak?