{"id":896,"date":"2013-01-09T16:07:34","date_gmt":"2013-01-09T21:07:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/?p=896"},"modified":"2013-12-26T13:57:04","modified_gmt":"2013-12-26T18:57:04","slug":"shipwrecked","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/thought-about\/shipwrecked\/","title":{"rendered":"Shipwrecked"},"content":{"rendered":"

I read one book<\/a>. Now I’m trapped.<\/p>\n

I finished a story. I got all three parts. Completed. Finished.<\/p>\n

But it was merely a glimpse. An introduction. The tattered edge of a map waving invitingly in the breeze.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Beckoning me. Begging me. Calling me to it. Demanding I dig deeper.<\/p>\n

Deeper I went. There is another book. A sequel. Well reviewed and available.<\/p>\n

It fills the gaps in the first story. It was less a sequel as the rest of the story.<\/p>\n

The completion of a tale only half told.<\/p>\n

I was excited. And conflicted.<\/p>\n

I had other worlds to visit. I tried to dive in. Dangling my toe into their literary waters.<\/p>\n

I swam in them. Forcing myself into the crashing waves and chilly depths.<\/p>\n

But each time I regretted leaving my first world. It has stuck with me. Demanding my attention. Begging to show me more.<\/p>\n

Hiking its skirt up and showing some leg. Legs that went on forever. There were even more books. An entire universe to explore.<\/p>\n

A huge world I was merely a tourist in. I had stumbled in unknowingly.<\/p>\n

It has me and it won’t let me go. I need to know more. I must visit. I must move there.<\/p>\n

I must return to the world I know only vaguely. Armed with more questions than answers, I tip toe closer to its Siren’s song.<\/p>\n

I am taken. Shipwrecked. With no hope of escape. Unless I learn all I can. And to do that…<\/p>\n

I must read.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I read one book. Now I’m trapped. I finished a story. I got all three parts. Completed. Finished. But it was merely a glimpse. An introduction. The tattered edge of a map waving invitingly in the breeze. Beckoning me. Begging me. Calling me to it. Demanding I dig deeper. Deeper I went. There is another […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[105],"tags":[414,425,424,188],"class_list":["post-896","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thought-about","tag-book","tag-john-scalzi","tag-old-mans-war","tag-reading"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/896","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=896"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/896\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1479,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/896\/revisions\/1479"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=896"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=896"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=896"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}