Reading a book and for those 200 pages you forget about your problems and get lost in this beautiful imaginary present tense third world. Unaware of the now, forgetting the past, and not looking towards the future. You just sit there in your dimly lit quiet room and escape your life and began a new one as the main character living this crazy life, well, compaired to your not so fascinating one. You began to cry when your best friend dies, and you find yourself laughing out loud when you make a joke in which you actually didnt write, but you still feel as if you thought of it. Then you close the book, and still find yourself smiling while thinking about the adventures you had.