A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence." ― Holbrook Jackson
Wow, I thought I was the only one that felt that way. <-- YES Blows my mind to think about it; how a whole world is written down on pages before me yet plays out over time as I read them like real events. You forget all you see are words not living a moment.
... Reading a book on Christmas vacation when I was 12. It was over 1000 pgs & a paper book, so it was TEENY TINY PRINT!!! I read it straight through, hardly slept, didn't really eat, drove my parents crazy, but I read until I strained my eyes so badly that I had to wear sunglasses and I wasn't allowed to read for TWO WHOLE WEEKS! What TORTURE! ... Obv I survived, but I STILL remember!