From: MNevett at aol.com <MNevett>
Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 06:39:39 EDT

  In a message dated 5/26/2006 4:12:41 AM Eastern Daylight Time, ehbluemle at gmail.com writes:

Even if I feel I am living a book while reading it now, it still isn't the same
(for me; others' mileage may vary) as living it when I was a child. Perhaps because the ideas and images were so fresh and startling and delightful to my young brain.




I've been thinking about this since the question was first raised- I think for me it's as simple as time- I remember long summer days when I could just relax and read, winter days when I could curl up on a chair and read, nights when I could "sneak" under the blanket-tent... my life was fairly uncomplicated and responsibility free.... now it just seems harder to find the quiet time to just turn off the rest of the world when I read! I don't think it's so much the lack of imagination, it is just increasingly difficult to totally leave everything else behind and
"fall" into the world of the book...multi tasking is also not a friend of the true reader.... I've been trying to come up with a book that really "took me away" as an adult like books did when I was younger. Perhaps POSSESSION... Micki
 
  Micki S. Nevett Westmere Elementary School Guilderland Central School District Albany, NY 12203 nevettm at guilderlandschools.org mnevett at aol.com
Received on Fri 26 May 2006 05:39:39 AM CDT