An obsessed book tale

It's difficult to get off a book from my head once I decide I like it too much. Case in point, my latest read from Gayle Forman. Yes, Young Adult literature. I might have mentioned this somewhere else, perhaps to a friend, but I missed out reading YA fiction during my teens. I was big on classics and all the serious reading. My companion was Daddy, of course. He and me scouted for books, read them, discussed them, impassioned with love for literature. Aah! There goes my train into the past again.

So, I have an exam on coming sunday, in two days. I should be studying. But I keep going back to Shakespeare, Lulu, Willem and the beautiful Paris streets and cafe houses. Does it ever happen that we read about a place extensively and hence visit it, get familiar with it even without actually being there? I think it does with me. Especially happens with Dickens' London, and the Paris French quarters. It doesn't help much that owing to understanding urban planning and architecture, I reside in these like I have always been. Slightly amusing yet fascinating. Now I wish I could turn into some kind of linguist who is able to speak languages fluently according to world cities. Espanol when in spain, French in Paris, German in Berlin, Dutch in Amsterdam, Italian in Rome and so on. Someday it might come true. I am not bad at learning languages at all.

I hope writing here about this book will get it out of my head for some time, temporarily till my exam. If it gives me some serious 'exam time.' I can come back later and reread, revisit the boulevards of Paris. ;)