I've just finished reading Naked Empire by Terry Goodkind. It was released a while back, but for some reason, I did not buy the book until a few days ago. I thoroughly enjoyed the book except for the bit, where it ended. Admittedly, it's not his best piece of writing (the earlier books were better). Nevertheless, it was an amazing book. I love it when authors manage to transport me into their world, where I can experience and live the story, the way the characters do. I don't want to just read, I want to be transformed (yes, I'm crazy like that).

I wish I had that gift, that ability...to be able to capture my readers' attention and draw them into my world, where they can be someone else, if only for a moment. Too many people are caught up with what's happening around them, that they forget the pleasure that can be derived from reading. And what a wonderful gift it would be to able to provide an escape for people through words! (cue amsdia)

I am not suggesting that we should stop living our lives and throw ourselves into our books, not at all. I am merely putting forward the notion that perhaps if we indulged our minds the same way we indulged our bodies, we might be better off.

/end rambling.