Shaken not Stirred

As I open the book I lose myself in the pages,
As if I am lost in a room full of mirrors.
Once the book hooks you there’s no turning back,
You can’t escape its grasp!
When you try and escape its grip only tightens
You took the bait and it trapped you like a helpless tiny bug.
I am lost in the story,
The never-ending tale
As the characters are made they are soon taken away
I am hooked.

The words enter my mind and they never leave,
They linger and haunt my mind creating a gloomy dark image,
The words have left an image in my mind
It will never leave it will only linger and stay.
You try to forget the image
But it holds on and won’t let go.
As the story continues the plot thickens
And the words become further addictive.
There is no forgetting this wonderful tale.

You cannot put the book down
No matter how hard you try
You still cannot simply put it down.
Your nearing the end and now more than ever
You cannot put it down.
The story is ending!
The Mystery is ending!
And the problem is solving!
You finish the story
But you are sad and you ask yourself why?
But there is no answer

You wonder and think
And after all the pondering you find there is no answer.
You have finished the tale and escaped the trap
You are free,
Left to ponder and think about that great thing
A book, an old book
It was a Bond book and it trapped you
You got lost in the adventure
Was it the diamond smuggling?
Was it the world at ransom?
Or was it the hero?
The book had taken you
It had captured your mind and emotions