Spellbound
Cursed! Cursed are those of us who choose to escape into books. Those of us for whom the realms we enter can become as real as this one. Those of us who devour the words as though their meanings were vital to our very survival. Sacrificing sleep as though by separating our minds from this earthly place, we give our bodies the much needed rest.
So was I cursed last night, hit by a curse of literati eternum as I gorged myself on J.K. Rowling’s latest installment in the saga of young Harry Potter. My stomach remembered not that I had no proper dinner, my body ached not for the sleep that it was due. What started as an intention to read a few chapters before settling down to do some work turned swiftly into a dreamlike state, in which time was non-existent. I awoke from this reverie at around 2am having read the entire thing, my mind full of swirling images and thoughts.
Such is the power of the written word, that it produces this reaction despite the best intentions. It’s a curse I tell you!!
P.S. I was also cursed on Saturday night, this time by the gyratus pelvicus, at Soca for Summer, my one soca fete for my entire time here.