Reviewing with River

My perfect moment for reviewing is when I get so drawn into reading time disappears and so do I. My wife knows the condition well and never disturbs my seemingly comatose body when this twilight zone event occurs.

It may last just long enough for me to do a mini-review, a mere reflexive smile, grunt, and press on the 'like' thumbs up button. Not a review, you say? Well, the impulse and agreement of a "Well done" is shared along with a longer verbal review of what caught my eye with to my wife's half-listening ear.

Traditional and longer written reviews also seek me out on their own. They create their own time, space, and worlds of their own where I dwell long enough to leave some inner discussion about what it was like being transported there.

Poppy-cock? Science Fiction. Unreal you say? Then you are neither a writer, reader, or a reviewer.