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Call me a nerd all you want, but books can really get me.
I just finished a book where the ending (and everything else, too) was so good that I wanted to cry. Yeah, sometimes I'm disgustingly a girl, but sometimes I'm justified.
People always talk about Life-Changing Books. And I've read some of those, and sure they were great, but rarely does something make me want to change my life for more than a day, tops.
No, the books that get me are the ones that are so crazily relevant to the life I'm currently living. The ones that "strike a chord" to be blatantly and grossly cliche. These sort of books don't make me want to change my life; rather, they give me justification that what I'm feeling and how I'm living are not utterly absurd. Which is something I need to hear more than I'd like to admit.
Anyway, this book that I just finished (Among Other Things, I've Taken Up Smoking by Aoibheann Sweeney)...I can't even really explain it. There are just a certain few things in life that make me feel like everything in the world is okay and I'm not going to spend my life alone, and this book has now joined the very small shelf full of those things.
It's amazing what you can find in the $3.97 bin at Books-a-Million (though I got it at $3.57, hooray for memberships!).
A couple lines that I underlined (something new I've started), just for your enjoyment:
"It already felt familiar to be sitting beside her; we were hurtling hopelessly toward something we both were trying to recognize."
"'What do you do all day,' she asked, 'When you live at the end of the earth?'"
"It is astonishing to know, in the end, how difficult it is to know the things you know."
...And one that I debated not posting, thinking it might kill my credibility, as it's all sentimental and shit (plus, it might not make sense or even have meaning to anyone else but me...I don't even understand why it makes so much sense to me...):
"And now that I was in the van again, everything we did seemed only a matter of prelude to the next kiss."
I just finished a book where the ending (and everything else, too) was so good that I wanted to cry. Yeah, sometimes I'm disgustingly a girl, but sometimes I'm justified.
People always talk about Life-Changing Books. And I've read some of those, and sure they were great, but rarely does something make me want to change my life for more than a day, tops.
No, the books that get me are the ones that are so crazily relevant to the life I'm currently living. The ones that "strike a chord" to be blatantly and grossly cliche. These sort of books don't make me want to change my life; rather, they give me justification that what I'm feeling and how I'm living are not utterly absurd. Which is something I need to hear more than I'd like to admit.
Anyway, this book that I just finished (Among Other Things, I've Taken Up Smoking by Aoibheann Sweeney)...I can't even really explain it. There are just a certain few things in life that make me feel like everything in the world is okay and I'm not going to spend my life alone, and this book has now joined the very small shelf full of those things.
It's amazing what you can find in the $3.97 bin at Books-a-Million (though I got it at $3.57, hooray for memberships!).
A couple lines that I underlined (something new I've started), just for your enjoyment:
"It already felt familiar to be sitting beside her; we were hurtling hopelessly toward something we both were trying to recognize."
"'What do you do all day,' she asked, 'When you live at the end of the earth?'"
"It is astonishing to know, in the end, how difficult it is to know the things you know."
...And one that I debated not posting, thinking it might kill my credibility, as it's all sentimental and shit (plus, it might not make sense or even have meaning to anyone else but me...I don't even understand why it makes so much sense to me...):
"And now that I was in the van again, everything we did seemed only a matter of prelude to the next kiss."