I have been reading lately fantasy. The Neverending Story by Michael Ende and yes, once again, the Lord of the Rings By J.R.R. Tolkien. Books that make me enter in other worlds where the good is good and the evil is evil and the good prevails after a lot of fantastic adventures with a lot of wonderful creatures created by masters’ imagination. This make me learn, help me escape from the problems of real life for a while and excite my own imagination in fantastic ways. For a journalist always glued to the facts, a journey to fantasy is a great experience.
And then, when I am with my mother I’m reading for her The Testament, by John Grisham, nothing similar to the previous, obviously. But this is another story. I’m reading it aloud exploring my skills as a theatrical reader, acting a little in the dialogs and having a lot of fun with my paralyzed mom doing it. The book was a gift a lady gave to her when she was at the hospital. we decided to read it this way and we share laughs when I overact. I don’t know what would be the next book my mom will ask me to read for her, but I hope it would be a novel with a lot of dialogs and different characters for me to make her laugh.

Daily Prompt: Bookworm.