There she is! The girl. The woman. The stranger. The daughter. The wife. The author. Hiding between the heavy, thick covers of the book. Her mind is in a constant state of “go” and even in the depths of unconscious sleep–still ticking.
Does one even dare to open the book and peep into the depths within? Does one dare to become so entangled in the story that the line between real and fiction begins to fade? Can a person become so immersed in the life of another that the feeling is akin to drowning–suffocating?
Open the book. What is hidden between the covers involves us all. It is life. The good, the bad, the obscene, the unthinkable–the real. Open the book!