I felt bad about something today, and I immediately wanted to escape into a book. I wanted to temporarily ignore my worries, and read about a magical place, far, far away. I know I can’t ignore the problem forever, but for that minute, I wanted to escape. I wanted to go to my happy place, even if it is just for a moment.
Do you ever feel that way?
Even when I was a young girl, I would escape into a book to get away. Whether if it was because someone was bullying me at school, or if my parents were arguing, books were a coping mechanism. It was so simple to open a book and go on an adventure to an island with the dolphins, or even cross the bridge to the magical Terabithia.
And when I had cancer? I retreated to books. But I suppose that was a little different from when I was a young girl. I remember not being able to do anything when I was undergoing chemo. I wasn’t allowed to go outside or see people, because I wasn’t allowed to be exposed to germs or anything of the sort (I had Hodgkin’s, which affected my immunity). I remember reading a million and one books to 1) pass the time, and 2) pretend I was surrounded with people.
My favorite genre to retreat to? Romance. Why? Because it almost always ended in a happy ending, or a happy thereafter. And it wasn’t just at the end, there was happiness throughout the book.
Do you retreat into a book? If so, what type of book do you like to retreat with?