So I like to read…a lot…
Currently there’s so many books accumulating in my mental to-read list that I just might be done by next Christmas if I’m lucky, by which time I will have received even more great books and the whole process will simply go on in a vicious, never-ending cycle of authors and plotlines and series.
Speaking of series, that’s part of my problem. Have any of you ever read a book series which was comfortably short when you started–maybe a trilogy, or only five rather short novels, or something–but as you read, the author decided to just KEEP WRITING MORE!?? I love continuing plotlines, don’t get me wrong, but there is a point when everyone but the writer knows its gone on too long and the story is either stagnant or completely different from when it began. I’ve had that happen to me multiple times, but I always keep reading every new book because by that time I’m so emotionally involved with the characters that I can’t just stop reading without knowing how it all ends! Sometimes I just want to ask the author themselves if they even know where it’s all going anymore, because the readers certainly don’t. It’s awful and wonderful all at the same time.
So if you read this post and sort of thought to yourself, ‘Hey, she’s right, I do that!’ Then this poem is for you 🙂 Enjoy! Love you all!
Ode to a Bookworm
How avid is the reader!
In a frenzy she pursues each tale,
sinking her jaws into the flesh
of characters and plot,
swallowing sentences whole
and picking splintered letters
out from between her teeth.
In savage glee she devours the story,
hungrily consumes its pages
and drinks deep from the black ink
running wetly down her chin.
She is always on the watch,
excitement swelling in a greedy mind—
a craving to sink her nose into the smell
of paper glued fast to the spine.
She seeks out her next victim,
always hunting—never satisfied
in her lust for words
that will fill her eyes and slide slowly down
into her soul.
(c) 2011 Marie KR