I have rekindled my relationship with books and I am so in love.
I didn’t think I was a reading. I always told people I just didn’t like to read because I couldn’t get into books.
I’m so glad I got over that.
Books are incredible. It’s like an adventure I get to go on while sitting on the couch or laying in bed.
Every time I finish a book I want to get a tattoo that represents it. I never do but I feel kind of guilty for not. I owe it to these words and these characters who took me into theirs lives and showed me around. They gave me a few hours, days or weeks of joy and sorrow and I mourn their loss when they are gone. The least I can do it give them a square inch of my body.
I feel bad when characters die in books. Especially the ones I really like. I feel guilty, like it was my fault. I just finished a book where a character is dying through several chapters and I felt like I was killing him a little more with each page I turned. Like if I stopped reading he would have lived forever. But I couldn’t let him live, I had to feed my curiosity and as a result he died. It was all my fault.
But I guess you can look at it from the other point of view. The books that end happily. With each page I get to bring people together. I reunite parents with their children. I find long lost lovers. I win wars. I kill Voldemort. I save the world.
So I guess you just have to finish the books no matter what.
Why are emotions so much stronger in books than movies? I can watch a funny movie and barely smile or watch a sad movie and not shed a single tear. In books I laugh and I sob. I feel like my heart explodes and my stomach is in knots.
I wish I would have started reading long ago. I have wasted so much time that could have been filled with so many stories! I feel so behind.
