At last, I had found out why some people carry novels. When I was halfway reading The Pelican Brief, I felt my heart beat like a drum. I was worried about someone else's life. As crazy as it seemed, I wanted to be there too to help.
Someone's in trouble and I had to know how it's all going to end. My mother kept screaming, "Lunch, lunch!" She may have been screaming for ages as far as I was concerned.
But I had been so immersed in the story that I vehemently refused to put the book down until I knew the characters I care about won. It was the first time I skipped my meal just to finish what I was reading.
Nothing else mattered to me except to know at once what could possibly happen next. All the while I was afraid too that some act of God might interrupt me. "Let me finish this, please, my Lord" I whispered a quick prayer as if I was begging for mercy.
Questions flooded into my already-overwhelmed thoughts. Who. What. When. Where. Why. How. And then finally, I reached the end of the book, felt a sense of victory and relief, and also felt very very hungry.
The Pelican Brief had kept me in suspense until the very last page. Above all else, I discovered something undeniably mystical about reading. It's something wonderful, almost indescribable feeling I wish everybody could experience.
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