cherry

I feel Im growing old and this worries me. Ok, so not old old, but grown up .

There was a time when I used to enjoy reading total books of fiction; Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Horror. Authors like Stephen King, Dean Koontz and David Eddings were high on my list when I was 16 years old.

Im running out of time. And the worst thing is I can feel it. There are so many great works of literature that I simply feel I must read before I grow old, but its impossible. Its ultimately difficult living in such a fast moving modern world.

The result of this is that I now feel I can only read books that end in great revelations. I can no longer feel just in reading trashy horror novels, or escaping into the realms of Daresia.

I am completely comfortable with this, as compromises must be met when trying to achieve so much in one lifetime. I find commentary more useful in my life right now.

I have tried and tried to escape into the fantasyland of trashy fiction, but my mind wonders, I get itchy feet. And, insomnia of words ensues.

But still Im panicking and gasping for air as I hurdle through the great mountain that lies before me. So many books, so little time.

I think I crave identification.

As Im growing up I have found myself reaching out to those authors that can show me Im not alone and what I live through is OK, even if it doesnt seem to be. I no longer want or need to escape. I need to face up to adulthood and grow out of my reading nappies*.


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*diapers