Have you ever felt that reading is like listening to their voices, an author whom you don't know the appearance and look, also the accent and tune of their vocal? Does reading become a mysterious way? Why sometimes do we never understand that books and words have the power to turn their self into living pieces? That's why I loved reading; it felt like I could hear the voice in my mind, the angry feeling, the love, and even the sorrow and much pain, echoing inside me. Now try to listen to my voice while reading.
Have you ever felt that reading is like listening to their voices, an author whom you don't know the appearance and look, also the accent and tune of their vocal? Does reading become a mysterious way? Why sometimes do we never understand that books and words have the power to turn their self into living pieces? That's why I loved reading; it felt like I could hear the voice in my mind, the angry feeling, the love, and even the sorrow and much pain, echoing inside me. Now try to listen to my voice while reading.
Yesterday, I wrote my very first post, and it's all simple things about me; now, I will write my genre and style.
I am a reader who always gets curious about the authentic voice of the author or writer I just read. I liked to imagine that I was in front of them and they read me the book they own, just us. A two-person in one room sitting in a chair, no disturbance and even annoyance of things to come, to look at him while reading his book, to listen and look as they read the flow of the story, maybe part of me also wanted to investigate their eyes while reading, how they feel the words that taken in a script in their books, how the arrangement and details emphasized maybe there past, or what they think the future.
As I grew old, things became strange; when I was young, I read a book with 300 pages for almost a month, and it felt impossible to read in a single time. Then one day, I met someone who said they could finish a whole book in a sitting. I get curious, and somehow I get belittled. Now I could testify that he was right; one person could finish a book in one sitting, for I did that.
Then comes an audiobook, where real-life people read the book with his expression and tone of words. I lived in a time where technology is still arriving, unlike today as young generations had its won gadget, when we were child loom we play more on filed not virtual.
That led me to wish someone or the great author would read his book in front of me, for I know it's not just a script they made, not just a word by words, but something is in there only he could understand.
The plot of the story might come from his own eyes he sees, the struggle and difficulties of the protagonist or antagonist are relevant to his dear life, or maybe someone close to him was the person living in the story, or he alone was the one who portraits what was written in his novels. A portal where they could bring back times, reminisce the event of their lives, and even get back the life of the dead by employing spells to create a word to describe.
You will only feel by him reading his work when he stopped reading in verse that was a key to opening up the gate of the past. Secretive people are creative; they could lie before you, but never in their works. You could feel the bursting feeling in the emotions of people describing it. I loved seeing that action inside, not in a movie where real actors play; I wanted to know where the real people behind it were.
But of course, that will be in my dreams, so I listen to the words when I read books or even short stories posted online. I wanted to hear the author's voices inside, like some spell they gave shall pass those who deserved it.
Thanks for reading.
Hi, I am still a newbie here, and I don't have much experience with how it goes smoothly; thanks for understanding.