Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
She shook her head from side to side, resigned to her rebellious brain. Why was there nothing it refused? No misery, no regret, no hateful picture too rotten to accept? Like a greedy child it snatched up everything. Just once, could it say, No thank you? I just ate and can't hold another bite?