I love to read. Normally I like to read books or articles that have some factual meaning to them.  Lately I haven’t been interested in fictional literature.  It seems to be mindless and a waste of time.  I know I learn things from anything that I read, but I prefer to read things, nowadays, that will make me think about the world around me and hopefully teach me a thing or two.  Although, sometimes I get really nervous to read certain books.  Books are so powerful.  Words, in general, when read, are quite powerful to even the sharpest mind.  The written word, done correctly, can send the reader into a fantastical spiral of altered realities.  I am one such person who tends to get sucked into the book that I’m reading and at times will be completely separated from the life around me if I am reading the book for more than 30 minutes at a time.  Sometimes at work, I’ll have a few minutes to read.  I love any second that I have to read a good read. (English is so messed up.)  If I really get into the reading I transfer myself to the scene in the book and it is hard for me to come back to reality.  When I was reading Walden: Thoreau, I would sit on my parent’s porch in the country and read during the summer.  I literally felt like I wanted to be his friend and travel the country with him.  I had this fantasy of leaving everything behind and living the woods with the bare essentials.  When I read his words I could feel and hear what he was feeling and hearing.  It was really quite quacktastic.  I also just recently read 1984.  That book is so creepy.  During the time that I was reading that book, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head that there were microphones all around me taping my every movement and conversations.  I was so paranoid with everything and everyone around me.  It was great.  When I read Catcher in the Rye, I felt like such a young punk who wanted to live a rebellious life with no boundaries.  He was like my hero or something.  I thought he was hilarious.  When I read The Great Gatsby, I felt confused. haha That was a hard read.  But I suddenly started speaking with an English accent just for fun.  Those are just a few.  I love reading because it puts me in a different world everytime I read something different.  You know those posters at schools that show a kid reading in his bed and there are 5 different countries surrounding his head in thought bubbles?  That’s how I feel every time I read.  I feel like I’m in those settings and I consume myself with it.  In a way, it is very, very scary because it’s almost as if I can be completely persuaded to be anyone.   On the other hand, I find it to be a way to escape who I am and be someone else for a while.  I feel like I there, so I learn so much about different opinions and ideas in life just by reading literature.  Literature that thousands of people have read, no less.  Although I do get scared by the fact that anyone can write anything and publish it.  It doesn’t have to be factual, but a person could take it as fact and the mind could change by just reading words written down on paper.  Someday I will write a book.  Maybe it will be a random book, or a children’s book, or a comic book, but it will be something.  And then I will take my earnings and open up a book store for everyone to enjoy my book in.  read cautiously…