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Post by iamahexagon on Jun 19, 2011 12:04:25 GMT -5
Whenever I'm watching a British TV show (mostly Doctor Who), I catch myself talking and thinking in a generic British accent (since I don't really have a city or town to pinpoint).
Some books will make me extremely happy or depressed. For example, John Green's Paper Towns and Maureen Johnson's 13 Little Blue Envelopes made me super happy, while Jodi Picoult's Nineteen Minutes REALLY brought down my mood.
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Post by Eternal Lobster on Jun 19, 2011 12:07:43 GMT -5
What about that feeling of awe after you've reading something truly amazing? I almost can't think aside from "Oh my god, did that really just happen? That was amazing and brilliant."
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Post by Alex Pinto on Jun 20, 2011 11:09:21 GMT -5
I do this ALL THE TIME. A few weeks ago when I was reading Franny and Zooey for the first time I was getting really into it, especially when Franny went to lunch with Lane and talked about how she hated everyone. I had to mentally pull myself back from getting sucked into that attitude because it is so not healthy for me to do that, as I know from experience. I came really close to giving in and start hating everyone in the world for their annoying habits.
On the flip side though, books sometimes make me really excited and happy about life. I was reading The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants (a bit of a guilty pleasure) and Bridget talking about the joys of running actually made me want to go outside and go for a jog which, believe me, is a miracle, considering I am an incredibly lazy person.
Also, on the tv show aspect of this, whenever I'm watching Mad Men and someone lights up a cigarette (which is once every 30 seconds) I immediately want one myself. Ah, I am so vulnerable to subliminal messages.
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Post by Olive on Jun 20, 2011 12:10:15 GMT -5
What about that feeling of awe after you've reading something truly amazing? I almost can't think aside from "Oh my god, did that really just happen? That was amazing and brilliant." Holy feeling of awe, batman. I read Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse yesterday and... wow. I can't remember the last time that I felt physically different while reading. My breath sped up at some point, and eventually I had so much energy from all of the thoughts whirling through my head because of it that I got up, changed, and biked a couple miles down to some cliffs that look over the lake. It was about 30 pages from the end and that just sounded like the only possible thing I could do at that moment. Even tough it was at 10 at night, and that's usually when I go to sleep (damn early mornings.) And then I came home, finished it, and passed out. And then proceeded to have the weirdest bloody dreams. I think I have a new favorite book. |
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Post by Eternal Lobster on Jun 21, 2011 18:49:57 GMT -5
What about that feeling of awe after you've reading something truly amazing? I almost can't think aside from "Oh my god, did that really just happen? That was amazing and brilliant." Holy feeling of awe, batman. I read Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse yesterday and... wow. I can't remember the last time that I felt physically different while reading. My breath sped up at some point, and eventually I had so much energy from all of the thoughts whirling through my head because of it that I got up, changed, and biked a couple miles down to some cliffs that look over the lake. It was about 30 pages from the end and that just sounded like the only possible thing I could do at that moment. Even tough it was at 10 at night, and that's usually when I go to sleep (damn early mornings.) And then I came home, finished it, and passed out. And then proceeded to have the weirdest bloody dreams. I think I have a new favorite book. Not to be dramatic, but that sounds truly magical. (And you bike? I loveee biking! If I didn't live in the a small town in the middle of nowhere I would probably go biking after reading more often. It would probably help me fall asleep, burning off the after-reading excitement, rather than just laying in bed thinking about it). |
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Post by alyoshka on Jun 21, 2011 19:23:36 GMT -5
the aftereffect is feeling really really high
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Post by Olive on Jun 22, 2011 7:20:37 GMT -5
Holy feeling of awe, batman. I read Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse yesterday and... wow. I can't remember the last time that I felt physically different while reading. My breath sped up at some point, and eventually I had so much energy from all of the thoughts whirling through my head because of it that I got up, changed, and biked a couple miles down to some cliffs that look over the lake. It was about 30 pages from the end and that just sounded like the only possible thing I could do at that moment. Even tough it was at 10 at night, and that's usually when I go to sleep (damn early mornings.) And then I came home, finished it, and passed out. And then proceeded to have the weirdest bloody dreams. I think I have a new favorite book. Not to be dramatic, but that sounds truly magical. (And you bike? I loveee biking! If I didn't live in the a small town in the middle of nowhere I would probably go biking after reading more often. It would probably help me fall asleep, burning off the after-reading excitement, rather than just laying in bed thinking about it). It kind of was. Dark was just falling and it was raining lightly. A ship was in at the ore dock when I biked past and it looked like Christmas. Of course, the combination of the energy and the setting and the mood that Hesse had put me in nearly made me jump off of the cliffs, which would have been a bad idea... still too cold to do that. |
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Post by Eternal Lobster on Jun 22, 2011 19:08:31 GMT -5
Not to be dramatic, but that sounds truly magical. (And you bike? I loveee biking! If I didn't live in the a small town in the middle of nowhere I would probably go biking after reading more often. It would probably help me fall asleep, burning off the after-reading excitement, rather than just laying in bed thinking about it). It kind of was. Dark was just falling and it was raining lightly. A ship was in at the ore dock when I biked past and it looked like Christmas. Of course, the combination of the energy and the setting and the mood that Hesse had put me in nearly made me jump off of the cliffs, which would have been a bad idea... still too cold to do that. Hahaha imagine the newspaper articles! "Olive died last night after a dive off of a cliff. It is believed to have been psychosomatically brought on by reading too much Hesse. " |
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Post by suffixedishness on Jun 22, 2011 19:55:23 GMT -5
I definitely start thinking in the same style of whatever prose I've read a lot of.
More apparent, however, is that if a facial expression is mentioned in a book, I will probably make it. The boy widened his eyes and stuck out his tongue at his sister? Well, my eyes will widen and my tongue will go out briefly.
I imagine this is rather amusing (or perhaps more concerning?) for anyone watching, but I don't think I've ever been caught.
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Post by KatjevanLoon on Jun 23, 2011 3:50:21 GMT -5
I definitely start thinking in the same style of whatever prose I've read a lot of. More apparent, however, is that if a facial expression is mentioned in a book, I will probably make it. The boy widened his eyes and stuck out his tongue at his sister? Well, my eyes will widen and my tongue will go out briefly. I imagine this is rather amusing (or perhaps more concerning?) for anyone watching, but I don't think I've ever been caught. I do this a lot. Especially if I'm confused as to what the author meant; I will try out facial expressions or voices so I can imagine them more effectively. I got my best friend to do this too while she was reading Harry Potter, and we spent the afternoon perfecting Voldemort's voice. I'm sure my landlady thinks I'm crazy. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2011 4:03:05 GMT -5
I frequently squee over good books. I'd say poetry changes my thoughts and mannerisms more though - after reading a hefty dose of poetry I find myself talking in the style of that poetry. When the last Harry Potter book came out, I was going on holiday with my family the following day and my dad and two siblings are both massive HP fanpersons. The problem was, I'm the fastest reader by a long way and I managed to get about two thirds of the way through it on the car journey, and spent most of my time crying. Whenever they asked me what was wrong, I'd have to just shake my head and refuse to answer with anything other than "spoilers!". Got me some pretty weird looks in service stations, but I was too engrossed in the book to care  |
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Post by tosney on Jul 16, 2011 16:25:02 GMT -5
These: I definitely start thinking in the same style of whatever prose I've read a lot of. More apparent, however, is that if a facial expression is mentioned in a book, I will probably make it. The boy widened his eyes and stuck out his tongue at his sister? Well, my eyes will widen and my tongue will go out briefly. I imagine this is rather amusing (or perhaps more concerning?) for anyone watching, but I don't think I've ever been caught. I do this a lot. Especially if I'm confused as to what the author meant; I will try out facial expressions or voices so I can imagine them more effectively. Also: I occasionally start talking the way the book was written, or talking with (poor versions of) the accent. My writing is affected worse though. Sometimes it does help to re-read a book that demonstrates a particular style of writing if I'm about to attempt it though. If a book really engaged me, when it's finished I will close the book and walk around like I'm half not there, all misty and caught up in another world and my brain and speech doesn't quite function correctly. Someone will say "Go empty the dishwasher." and I'll go fetch them a plate. It's kinda a wonderful feeling, actually. Books definitely affect my mood and even my personality. I'll become more mild-mannered or snarky or literary-snobbish depending on what I've read. |
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