To lose oneself down the rabbit hole,
Where time and space are hanging in mid air
And sense will tell me that I’m lost,
That’s the place I long to be.
But instead, I find myself in tangled webs
Of lovestruck fools who know no better,
Or waiting for the killer to
Jump from pages crinkled in my clammy hands.
Oh, I wish I was a fantasist like you.
It’s no secret that I’m a book lover. Half of the reason I blog is because I’ve always enjoyed reading blogs that give great book recs. But I do look on enviously at those readers and reviewers who love fantasy.
I’ve tried time and time again to like fantasy but I just can’t get along with it. The fantasy crowd have the best characters (they have wings and horns and magic). They also have such a cool community and despite it being fun they can also look like they’re serious readers because they have Tolkien and the likes in their libraries.
I, on the other hand, am into romantic comedies and page turning thrillers; the kind of books that you can pick up in any supermarket.
I wish that I could lose myself in fantastical worlds but I love the cheap thrills and the promise of a happy ending, boy meeting girl and everything working out for the best. I wish I was a fantasist…..