I cringed when something hit David at the back of his head in the New York subway. Just as I was about to find out if he was okay, I got distracted when the jam-packed train started emptying of its passengers.
Just like David, in a split second, I jumped from the New York subway to the Singapore MRT. Unlike him, though, I jumped from a literal-as-in-literature world to my literal-as-in-real one.
Just in time, too, as this was my stop already, which I would have missed, if it had not been the busiest stop, where everyone goes down, which called my attention. Hastily and reluctantly, I left New York behind and made my way back to Singapore.
Jumper is the story of a kid who discovers that he has the power to teleport, or to “jump” from one place to another without having to move his legs like normal people do. This novel, released in 1992, was where the film with the same title was loosely based. Wouldn’t it be so cool if I had David’s power?
Then I realized that I have always had that power. I can jump from one world to another when I bury myself in reading.
I have been told on more than one occasion that I am kind of scary when I’m absorbed in my reading because then, no one could disturb me, as though everyone in my near vicinity didn’t exist.
Indeed, when I’m absorbed in my reading, I have the tendency to tune out the actual world. So much so that when I’m feeling bad in real life, I make like a junkie and look for the fix that would take me out of my misery.
The reverse also happens, though. When something bad happens in what I’m reading, my heart hurts, not distinguishing between fantasy and reality.
I’ve had this “addiction” ever since I was a child. My dad had been able to avail of some books from a ship that sank off a nearby coast. When I wasn’t poring over those story books with their colored pictures, I flipped through the yellowed pages of the Reader’s Digests my mom had owned when she was still single.
At first I did not want to read material with no pictures. Then I discovered Sweet Valley Twins, and from then on, there was little I wouldn’t read. My classmates started teasing me as “Mother Brain” because I had supposedly read all the books in the library. This was not true, by the way… I don’t think I read the dictionary and all the encyclopaedias.
I kept on reading well into high school and college. As I read more, my preferences changed. I outgrew the cheesy romance novels and series as I got introduced to the good writers – the ones that made the New York Times bestseller lists.
Lately I haven’t been reading very much, because I have been lazy, I suppose. I have preferred brainless activities like scrolling through social media or watching TV over reading.
But truth be told, I do miss reading books, and teleporting to different worlds.
I need to rectify that. I shall dig out my iPad mini and start reading books again.
Let the jumping begin.
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