I was afraid of the dark when I was a kid. My dad used to check under the bed for me since my imagination always ran wild. Once I was assured that no, there was nothing under my bed tonight either I could sleep.
When I was about 14 I wasn't afraid of the possible creatures under my bed anymore. I was afraid of the images that haunted me when I tried to sleep. Puberty, emotions and the history lessons about the Second World War made me fear myself. I started reading much much more than I had before. Books have always been very dear to me, but they became an addiction. Not having anything to read made me annoyed. Not to mention that my brain would haunt me. It sounds kinda stupid - haunted by your own brain. Mentally broken by your thoughts. Destroyed by images you make up.
This was ten years ago and I have come a long way since then, but when it comes to addiction... I still have it. Since I started playing World of Warcraft it's more or less resting, but once in a while I stumble upon something that just pushes away everything and takes me in. I'm there now. The lorestories about Warcraft (the computergame that World of Warcraft is based upon) is breathtaking. It combines the history of the game I love so much with myth and it's so well-written that I want to cry out in joy. This book made me realise why I love World of Warcraft so much - I started for the fantasy, I stay for the lore and the myths.
I had forgotten how good it feels to disappear into a book. Not having to deal with thoughts, issues, people or problems - just the book.
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