You find yourself with no motivation, and the world spinning around you. The worst part being that you are the only one that can stop the world from spinning, and you have no fucking clue how to do that.
When I read a book I get absorbed into that universe. I forget about the reality that I live. I start to care for the characters and find a spot in my heart for them to live in.
When I read a book all I want to do is continue reading and nothing else.
When I finish a book I feel a strange mixer of satisfaction and grief, I am sad that the time I had in this world ended and I am grateful that I got to be there for at least a small while.