I love books. Always have, always will. They do something to me that few other things will. Most people feel books transport to a world you couldn’t possibly inhabit in reality. For me it is something else, entirely. They enter my room. They come alive around me and more often than not, I find a character that is me.
Over the last week, since PG got me the latest Matthew Reilly book, I’ve been trying to find time to read it. I’ve been reading snatches between classes and college work. Sucked. ‘Cause I knew the book deserved more. I had read 50 pages in 15 minutes. So at nine O clock on Saturday night, I put everything else on hold and met Matthew Reilly and Scarecrow for a date. And oh! What a date it was.
Scarecrow and the Army of Thieves is a good book. I worry about singing praises to it in my freshly seduced mood but I did a Google search and the reviews that came up seem to agree with me.
The wonderful thing about Reilly is that he gives you a feeling of such realism. He manages to convince you about his research and his stories flow into each other. What I love about him more than anything else, however, is the fact that even though I have read every one of his books at least twice, I never know how it’s going to go. You always think there is nothing more a character can do, and then he does.
Like I said to a friend, Reilly treats me well. He makes me feel like he’s created an entire world just for me to enjoy. Considering I made such a scene about how it was a date, I should mention that it was the fastest, raciest date ever. Left me exhausted and wanting more. I can’t wait. Thank you, Reilly.
And to the loser in Hyderabad who got me the book, thanks much. You made my Saturday night 🙂