You ever read a book so good that you abandon all responsibilities?
Dishes go uncleaned, clothes unwashed, dog unwalked.
Nothing else is important except what happens on the next page and you’re frustrated at the pace in which you can humanly read because you need to know what happens next, except you really want go slower because you don’t want the story to end.
And when you finally do finish and surface from the world you have been wrapped in for however long, you look up and realize that a tornado has gone through your home and you didn’t even notice a breeze.
Yeah that’s a good book.