This is how Louise Sebastien Mercier, a novelist in eighteenth-century France, wrote about his passion for reading in one of his books:

"Anyone who had seen me reading would have compared me to a man dying of thirst who was gulping down some fresh, pure water... Lighting my lamp with extraordinary caution, I threw myself hungrily into the reading. An easy eloquence, effortless and animated, carried me from one page to the next without my noticing it. A clock struck off the hours in the silence of the shadows, and I heard nothing. My lamp began to run out of oil and produced only a pale light, but i still read on. I could not even take out time to raise out the wick for the fear of interrupting my pleasure."

This turns out to be true for me and i think is for most of like minded book maniacs. Reading books transports me to another world and my own surroundings become immaterial. Its the most irritating thing to leave a book in between.
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