As is true with all writers I know, I LOVE to read. It's such a wonderful way to escape this world and delve into another. The only problem is that I don't always want to come out of that world until I've finished with the book.
This is truer with some authors than others for me. I'm currently reading a Nora Roberts book, and I find myself so engrossed in the story she's woven, that I feel a little angry when I have to put the book down and deal with the "real" world. The same thing happens when I read any of her books (even those under the JD Robb moniker), or James Patterson. And the closer I get to the conclusion of the story, the more I dislike interruptions when I'm reading.
Sometimes I've found myself escaping into a story so much, that it affects my personal life. I remember reading some books from VC Andrews' Flowers in the Attic series. The writing was captivating, but by the third or fourth book, I found that the emotional roller coaster I was on while engrossed in the books, actually followed me back into the real world. I noticed myself getting depressed even when I wasn’t reading, and eventually had to stop reading those books, in order to keep my sanity.
In the movie, The Neverending Story, Bastien is an avid reader, too. When he's caught hiding out in a bookstore, the owner says that the books Bastien chooses to read are safe, because he's able to be Tarzan, or Robinson Crusoe, but then he can come back to his normal life when finished. The owner then indicates that the book he's reading isn't like the other ones that Bastien knows. This intrigues Bastien (which I think is the intent), causing him to take the book and spend the rest of the day engrossed in the story therein, ultimately realizing that he's living The Neverending Story. (For those who don't know this story, check it out. The movie is good, but the book is better.)
As much as I dislike interruptions when I’m reading, I don’t know how comfortable I’d be literally living whatever book I’m reading. I think I prefer the safety of being able to come out of it and back to my own life . . . at least, when I'm ready to come back. It might be thrilling to travel the world in a hot air balloon, or go after a serial killer, but I don’t know that I have the temperament necessary to live with that much stress on a daily basis.
How about you? Is there a story you’d want to actually “live” if you could?