enid blyton

have you ever read "The Magic Faraway Tree" by enid blyton?
dude man that's like..wow if you haven't read it
...READ IT! or i will smash your face in
seriously
so anyways
i love enid blyton and the only other reason that the title is anywhere near relevant ot what i'm going to write is because my train of thought reminded me of that book.
so at the very top of the magic faraway tree, there is a ladder, which leads up to a hole in a mass of clouds. this mass of clouds is an everchanging world. it is like a biiiiiiiiiiig circle of idffernet worlds, side by side, and they rotate every now and then and the faraway tree is just one of the many doorways into it. and wow each world is sooo fascinating =) each world only comes once in a LONG time because tehre are a LOT of worlds to rotate around, and soemtimes a wolrd may stay for much longer than another. and every time the worlds spin around, there is a greaaaaat shaking and i LOVE IT.
now i'm rambling on about this because that's what i love. the fact that fictional books can take you out of your own world, no matter how troubled and broken it is, into a magical land where troubles are non-existent. even better are those books that have you so engaged with the character's dilemas that you forget your own. i love it. and that's why, when just now i was talking to thien and he told me that he had not one single work of ficiton in his house a t the time.
i went into shock. lietrally. i told him not to talk to me.
why?
because, dear friends, i have a mere 200+ works of fiction in my own room. not to count the massive pile of books in my desk...and the many more in the library bag. each is a world of its own, waiting to be discovered and devoured by me. each one will take me away from my own troubled world into a world where, well, where my life is carefree and i am transported from character to character, able to feel the emotions of every single person in that book. and when the story comes to an end, i am left with a feeling of triumph, that i have conquered yet another book, i have survived yet another troubling world along with the main character, and hopfully somehow have helped the main character get through his/her troubles to reach the happy ending.
like i said to thien
the reason why i love having so many books in my room, where i sleep is as follows
well, firs tof all i'm making my own library...so collecting books from everywhere is a good start =)
another, more personal and meaningful reason is because it is very comforting tokow that i have over 200 fantasy worlds that i can escape to at any given time when life seems to be overwhelming. whenever i feel like i just can't copy anymore i escape behind a book into a surreal world where my troubles dont' exist.
i once told mr dama that i was only ever truly happy with my nose stuck in abook. he then chided me for reading in public, in front of him while he was tr ying to talk to me. well i'm sorry if i didnt hear a single word he said! he clearly didnt' realise tat i was in my zone and that i was unreachable, off in my fanstasy world. but then, as magda then said, the reason that i read is to escape, even at the cost of time, my grades, wahtever. dont' you sometimes get the feeling that your happines is to come first? yeahh...
well sometimes it comes down to how good the book you are reading is, or how beautiful the piece of music your'e listening to. other times it depends on how well you can block out the world.
right now, my world is happy enough
i'm basically floating through life becuase i'm happy most of the time
and the rest of the time im's tressing
but after about 3 hours of solid working, i feel a lot better because it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. those times are the best times for reading because i am able to plough my way thruogh the entire book (or large portions of it) withou a single thought about how disorganised and stressful my life can be.
i remember the Book Week theme for 2004 was "Doorways" hell yeah.
a book is just a doorway disguised as a bunch of pages and words. why? because it is the doorway to another w orld. to a nother life. to another way of thinking. it opens your eyes to new ways of seeing life and jsut about everything around you.
i also remember reading a poster eveyr single time i walked past my primary school library (which was at leat 4 times a day for about 3 years at SJH =D)
it said:
A book is a present that can be opened over and over again.
ha. very true guys
to be honest, i love anyone who gives me a book for my birthday, or as as present, even if it's not that great abook. why? because you've just given me another doorway, another escape route out of my life. so thank you to you if you've ever given me a book =)
tip: if you want to please me even more...ask me what book i'd like before getting me somethign random =D
i guess that's all i have to say about my books. i love them. and i'm sorry if i lost you