Angels and Demons

I just read "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown. I'm a slow reader, and I read every word. I like to get a picture in my head while I read so sometimes I had to stop and try to figure out what the author was describing. "His puffy tunic was vertically striped in brilliant blue and gold. He wore matching pantaloons and spats. On his feet were black flats that looked like slippers. On top of it all, he wore a black felt beret." This particular passage took me three readings and asking another person (Haejin unnie) to get somewhat of a picture. What in the world is spats? A beret? Anyway, the plot was brilliant. I got so excited when I got it right. Fire was the clue that made me sure. x)

Dang, I stayed up all night reading that thing, until someone, dad, mom, or grandma, came in at 6 am and turned off the light. I was very sad because I was at a climax, very near the end, but I was starting to get a headache so I decided to sleep some. I dreamt of the prototype of Boeing X-33 (a rectangular looking plane with very small wings), running through a maze of statues and tall columns and obelisks, feeling like I was experiencing hell in heaven because I was in a room stacked to the roof (a very high roof) with old and new books and manuscripts but could not stop to read a single word, and swimming in the ocean, although it felt more like flying than swimming.

Woke up kinda late, grabbed a sandwich and finished the book. Gave a "hoo-ahh~!" when the plot turned out the way I suspected, was sad there was no one I could jump up and down with.

Opening a fresh book always makes my heart race in anticipation, especially if it's a thick one. Excited, happy, sometimes even slightly nervous at the possibility that the book might not be as good as anticipated. Haha. I sound like I'm describing a girl looking forward to her first date with her long-time crush or something. Sigh. Books. Gotta love 'em. x)