There’s this episode of SpongeBob where he starts crying because he doesn’t want to be an adult anymore and just wants his grandma to make him cookies. That’s exactly how I feel right now.
I read novels for entertainment. I’m not trying to memorise anything, and once I put the book down, most of the details fade away.😅
Ask me what happened a day later, and there’s a good chance I won’t remember. But while I’m reading it, I’m completely immersed; that enjoyment is what matters to me.