I'm sure it isn't like this for everyone, but when I'm reading a book I'm completely immersed in the world of the book. When I read Harry Potter my mind was at Hogwarts at least 16 hours a day for the entire time I was reading and up to a couple of weeks after I finished the books.
I devour books. At my last job I had a lot of down time to read. I bought stacks of obscure, cheap books from McKay (a used book store in town) and read them all. I read all of the required books from high school English (some for the first time, others for the second or third). I completed several series. I've read everything Patricia Cornwell has written (at least five times each), about half of Kathy Reichs' novels, everything John Grisham wrote up to A Painted House, most of Stephen King's work, and I had a book swap set up with a client who liked James Patterson so I've read a good handful of those also.
One of my favorite books, I Never Fancied Him Anyway by Claudia Carroll, was a gift from my brother. He bought it in Ireland. I've read it at least ten times.
Recently I've been reading The Hunger Games. I should have known it would be a mistake. Not because the books aren't good. They're fantastic! I have an extremely vivid imagination. The past few weeks I've spent entire nights dreaming of the arenas, the characters, civil war ripping Panem apart. I can't shut it off. I've never been so anxious to finish a series, and not just because I'm curious how it ends (please don't anyone tell me, I'm halfway through Mockingjay and if someone ruins it for me I'll be very angry) but also because I'm insanely worried about Peeta. I have been the whole time. It didn't even help when reading the first and second books that I knew he would still be alive at least through the beginning of the last book.
I finished the first book in a week. Yaya bought the series for me as a Christmas gift and by the first week of the new year I was already through 1/3 of it so I tried to slow myself down. I waited to start the second book and tried to pace myself when I finally started it, but after about 4 days of limiting myself to 1-2 chapters per night I couldn't take it anymore. I came home from Admiral's one Sunday night and stayed up all night reading. I don't think it would be considered a spoiler to say it's kind of a cliffhanger.
So of course I had to start the final book just to ease my anxiety (which didn't help much) and now, a few weeks later, my anxiety level is still sky high. I need to know the ending and I need to know it soon because the arena is not a nice place to spend your dreams. So tomorrow night I'm going to sit down and spend the evening reading until it's over. I'm preparing myself for the book hangover. It might take me awhile to shake it.
Oh, yeah. There's gonna be food this week too.
Monday:
Breakfast- bacon, cheesy eggs, and toast
Lunch- chicken salad on honey yeast knots
Dinner- Yaya will provide dinner
Tuesday:
Breakfast- yogurt and cereal
Lunch- chicken salad on honey yeast knots
Dinner- honey butter glazed pork tenderloin, mashed potatoes, peas, salad, and honey yeast knots
Wednesday:
Breakfast- pancakes and eggs
Lunch- leftover pork tenderloin salad
Dinner- pizza and salad
Thursday:
Breakfast- chocolate chip oatmeal
Lunch- leftover pizza and salad
Dinner- Chick-fil-A chicken nuggets copycat, garlic fries, and salad
Friday:
Breakfast- waffles and sausage
Lunch- leftover chicken nuggets and salad
Dinner- beef stew and peasant bread
Saturday:
Breakfast- chicken biscuits
Lunch- leftover beef stew
Dinner- chicken stroganoff over egg noodles, salad, and honey yeast knots
Sunday:
Breakfast- bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits
Lunch- leftovers and salad
Dinner- Admiral will provide dinner
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