Diving into pages

As I am sitting here typing, I feel that inner tugging that you get when you have a real good book waiting for you to be continued. Reading is one of my greatest passions. I just love to dive down into other worlds (not just in fiction, obviously) and explore.

I think it was last year that I tried to keep track of how many books I read every year. For two or three months I meticulously wrote down every book I had read but then it got all muddled up because of all the stuff I was reading for my tesis.

I remember when I was a teenager I got so annoyed that books were so short. I would read a book of 500 pages in two hours. Later I began to read almost exclusively in English. At least that would take me a couple of hours longer. I'd say that now I am just as fast reading in English as in German so the next thing to do is read in Italian, which at the moment is still a bit tiring and a lot of times I'm not up to it because for me reading is all about the pictures in my head. If I read too slow it's like a film that doesn't move.

But then reading is not just about the speed. It's about imagination about getting lost, forgetting where you are. Seeing the impossible, getting to know people who do not esist but seem so real, learning things you never knew before. And now I'm returning to read "The Oxford Murders" a book that is about mathematics, logic and philosophia and at the same time a crime story which I'm already in love with!!