Looking In.

Today I have not been out either. I am giving myself a break to recover since tomorrow the classes are starting from 7am and I am still ill. I do not feel weak as yesterday (which is an amazing improvement) and I am wondering if I should arrive for my afternoon class. I guess I simply won't be going.
I have been thinking since I woke up that I need to get a book for one of my classes and then I found myself thinking about all the books I have ever read. The list is long. I love reading. I remember when I was a kid one of my teachers said... "To read is important, if you are rich you will be richer and if you are not, then that is your only chance to get to know everything there is". As I said in an oldest post I have this thing for horror and Gothic stuff, so as you can imagine when I was a child, I loved scary stories... as it is that brought me to read things a bit more complex historical books and all. I ended up with a bizarre fascination with the middle ages and mythology. I wanted to read about every strange creature, I enjoyed picturing in my head powers turning on humans and I needed to make a list of every king who beheaded people and every queen who had visions.

I am seriously considering to start posting my personal reviews on different titles. Yeah... I would like that.
Books were my only way to scape and I was thrilled with the incredible places I visited and the people I got to know through them. Now that I am older I still feel that way. I told my friends that i probably deal better with books than with people. It is true. I like bad literature and I love good literature...
I have heard the analogy of books being like food for your brain. I have a terrible memory (honestly... it is surprising to wake up in the morning and still remember my name) but I still think it is a good way to put it. Bad food can give you that exact amount of pleasure you were looking for after a very long day... Good food, well, you can flavor it... close your eyes and keep tasting, slowly discovering there are so many textures and a pinch or so of an unexpected ingredient. Literature goes in the same way. Bad literature there is all around, different kinds for different tastes... it is like a sting: potent but evanescent. Good literature, on the other hand, is likely to appeal to many: transcending time, revealing something enchanting with every turn of the page. Bad literature is like an addiction. Good literature is like a well informed decision to travel within a black hole.