|Me with a new book . . . or an old one . . . or any of them, really.|
Page 1: *reading somewhere normal, like in bed or on the couch* I can't wait to finally read this! I wonder if it's as good as everyone is saying. Recommendations from three different friends on Goodreads must mean it's great, right?
Page 10: All right, I'm starting to see what all the fuss was about. I'm hooked already. I'll finish the chapter, maybe read a couple more and then go to bed--ooh, a plot twist already?!
Page 50: *having already read past midnight* Holy cow, I can't take my eyes away! Is that the love interest? Okay, I should really go to bed soon though. I can always read tomorrow.
Page 100: An early morning while running on little sleep is nothing compared to what this character is going through. So what if I have to be up in six hours? I have to see what happens next.
Page 150: *has fallen asleep with her face in the book*
Page 200: *reading in the car while being driven to whatever event is happening that morning* No. Way. Oh my God, did anyone else see that? Am I the only one who sees how insane this is?
Page 250: *explains every last detail to little brother while walking the dog because she needs to talk to someone ASAP*
Page 300: Everything's going to be okay, no one's dying, the author wouldn't do that, writers aren't that mean, hahahahahaha . . . Yeah, I'm definitely going to cry by the end of this.
Page 350: *goes through an entire box of tissues from gross sobbing*
Last page: That. Was. AMAZING!!!
Acknowledgements: *frantically texts/tweets/instant messages every single bookish person she knows urging them to read the book*