I've flown across London with Peter and Wendy.
I've lived recklessly with Daisy and Gatsby.
I've traipsed the moors with the Brontes.
I've had tea with white rabbits and mad hatters.
I've watched discrimination unfold with Scout and Jem.
I've ridden a sad train with Anna Karenina.
I've waited for love with the Bennett sisters.
I've been taught to rule by Machiavelli.
I've struggled to breathe with Esther Greenwood.
I've sailed the seas with Captain Aubrey.
I've had an awakening with Edna.
I've reflected on duty and dignity with English butlers.
I've walked a long, yellow-brick road.
I've grown up with Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
I've traveled to Narnia and back again.
You may think I'm a dreamer.
I am.
When I'm really into a novel, I'm seeing the world differently during that time—not just for the hour or so in the day when I get to read. I'm actually walking around in a bit of a haze, spellbound by the book and looking at everything through a different prism.
-Colin Firth
