I saw this on the The Reader's Nook Facebook page. This has happened to me so many times, but only with really good books.
Before children (affectionately known as BC in my house), my husband and I lived in a northern suburb of Chicago and commuted into the city every day for work. For this very non-city gal, it was heaven because I had 45 dedicated minutes to read twice a day. I read so many books during that time.
I'd become so engrossed in my read that I'd almost miss my stop. One time I did. Thanks to having three children, and
Even when I'm reading at night, the only one in the house not sleeping, I will get to a part in the story and want to wake someone up to tell them. When I finish a great book late at night, I feel thrust back into reality and sleep becomes an impossibility.
Recently, I bought Fifty Shades of Grey. Pure curiosity got the best of me. There's a book I definitely wouldn't want to be reading on public transportation! What a great benefit to having a Kindle... nobody knows what you are reading.
The best books take us so far out of our own reality that it's an adjustment coming back.
When's the last time this happened to you?