in which i reveal myself

Some stories invite you in for a spell. They wrap around you, draw you down and inside, like the extra soft cushions of your favorite, overused armchair or the steam from a freshly brewed, extra hot latte, when you duck your nose down past the brim of the cup to breathe in the great smell of good coffee . . . uhhhhhh coffffeeeee . . . um, yeah, stories, yeah *clears throat*. Some novels, TV shows, and films make you want to live in their fictional worlds. These are the few, the obsession worthy. I have my fiction addictions, and I want to talk (er, blog) about them. The list of my faves is long, and I’m trying to figure out where to start. Give me minute or two *slurps coffee and sinks back into chair*