Beyond the pagesI am a „world“ traveler. Since my childhood that I love to travel. I have been Alice in Wonderland, played with the seven dwarfs and kissed by a prince while I was „sleeping“. Trips that I make through the pages of great books. Some trips are so exciting and wonderful that I close the book just to keep the enchantment within me and hope that euphoria will not end soon and that in the next chapter, a surprise will be a breathtaking. And most of the times, it is!
Some days I wake up so hungry and thirsty for some authors. Just as yesterday, after commenting a story, I was hungry to read Paulo Coelho and a thirst for Arthur Golden. Before I went to bed, I opened the bookshelf to find something to satisfy my mind. .
Did I feel satisfied? Yes, until I fell asleep.
Sometimes, I'm greedy and the enjoyment by such authors makes me hungrier and more thirsty. I don’t want to do anything, but read and read, more and more until the last page. I remember my travels through Ken Kesey‘s, Gavino Ledda’s and Sidney Sheldon’s world, nothing could stop me. Not even a beautiful event.
There are so many fascinating places to travel. I also remember when I took a trip through the world of Sean Cronin. It was a very nice experience, a different read. I remember trying to imagine what made the author paint the pages as he did, it was interesting to find out. My curiosity increased and I wanted to know more.
When I'm enjoying reading, I travel in the letters and the journey always brings me more clarity, it opens my horizons or when I travel to Pema Chodron that lifts my spirit many many times. Sometimes, I go into a state of enchantment. I don’t move, don’t bl