If I find a book I really like, whether it be because of characters, plot, or flow of the novel, I will become obsessed with it. Even after I finish the book, I find that I don't know what to do with myself. On some occasions I will proceed to draw scenes, characters, or quotes from said books. My most common symptom of my self-diagnosed novel addiction would be shipping. Yes, I did in fact say shipping. For those of you who do not know what I mean by this, I would suggest researching it for yourself. But in a word, it's like matchmaking. Overtime I begin to come down from my book high, and eventually will return to a regular life...

That is, until I can get my next fictional hit.

I'm a selfish reader. When I read, I immediately must decide if I like the protagonist as an individual or not, and judge the crap out of them. Books like Hardy's 'Tess of the d'Urbervilles' and Chopin's 'The Awakening' gave me headaches, since the personalities of the protagonists and my own way of doing things differed so drastically; in my humble opinion, Tess should've grown a pair and Edna needed a Prozac prescription, but I digress.

I'm a selfish reader because of how I engross myself into the texts, allowing my own opinions on how the plot plays out to poison my opinion of the book, even the writer him/herself, which is why it actually takes a lot to impress me when reading a novel. A book like 'Tess' makes me marvel at how poorly women were viewed in the English Victorian era, whereas Hawthorne's 'Scarlet Letter' made me laugh out loud with how pathetic it made the opinions of society seem. And of course, the ironic and almost humorous way the men were portrayed pleasantly suprised me. (Dimmesdale. What a weenie.)

And the biggie:

While reading Nabokov's 'Lolita', I constantly had to remind myself that Humbert was a pedophilic psychopath, not the kind of person the reader should be rooting for. He disgusted me and intrigued me, and when I finally finished the book I took a shower and forgave myself for empathizing with Humbert and succumbing to Nabokov's literary genius.

And if you've read this far, I'm actually impressed. The way I go on and on, it's selfish. My opinions actually don't matter that much, but here they are. And the next time I read a book that impresses or disgusts me, you're gonna know about it.

Know when you read a book and you read a part that makes you angry? I start to glare at the book.

I'm the invested kind.

The kind that chucks the book when a character dies or when something I don't like happens.

The kind that bawls at the important parts and gives victory dances for the protagonist.

Books are just another chapter in a life I've had yet to live.

Reading to me is like religion, fits of conservatism and overzealous gluttony. I have times when I will not read at all because I have too many words spinning around my mind, and others where I owe a debt to all books and voraciously read everything I can find. I tend to let books sit and fester on a shelf until they're screaming and fighting for me to at least taste a sample. I still have A Canticle For Leibowitz leaned up next to my E.A. wallis Budge Egyptian history volumes, but my best friend read it and said it's a great one. So if I'm ever gone from Prose. for more than a day or two, you know I'm in a reading fervor.

I love to read books that are about mass destruction on earth, I can't help but think that I could survive that. I know how to hunt and find water even know how to tell witch direction I'm going in.

I'll dream every night about what it would be like if this would happen what I would do. What the freedom of this happening would be like.

(FREEDOM)

That's what my dreams are all about to be free.

I'm the kind of reader who has "reader" labeled on their Prose profile. I'm the kind who stays up at night rereading over and over again the death of Tris's mom. I'm the kind who smiles when something awkward happens, and the type to freak out when my friends interrupt when something interesting is going on. I'm a reader- a crazy literature fanatic, who sometimes cries in happy parts, and laughs when a character trips or falls. I'm an addict to those words- those confusing and sensational words.