Three

I love to read because I love to escape into other lives, other worlds. But whenever I finish a great book, I feel the need to live my own life more fiercely- go for a walk, learn a new skill, pack the day full of adventures. Loving a book almost feels as though I am cheating on my own life with the lives of others. I feel the need to assure myself I don’t like another’s life more than my own.

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