dude.
i finished City of Bones last night/this morning at 3:50am. DUDE. duuuuuuude. it's like.... amazing.
there is this part of me that hasn't been fed in a long time, the part that sits with thick books and reads them for hours without stopping. the part of me that can take a 800 page book and devour every last word in one sitting. it's been hard to find the time, to be honest. the closest i've come to that feeling since Harry 6 was Eldest (which was surprisingly good, since i disliked Eragon). i read it without wanting it to end, flying through the pages that were intense and then going back to read them slower. it's the kind of reading that blots out the sun, that silences hunger, and makes your voice raspy with disuse. and while it gives you headaches after seven hour stretches, it also kills off all thoughts not of its world. it obliterates every voice in your head that isn't the narrators or a characters. it IS escapism, but the kind that saves your life,. not the kind that keeps you from it.
i have been running down a dark alley, eyes clouded. i have been running and there has been someone after me. with what, i don't know, but this someone was running fast. City of Bones helped me escape. To help me get lost in its world and involved with its characters. INVESTED. EMOTIONALLY INVESTED. it was the best book i've read in far too long a time, with beautifully realized characters with SO MUCH LIFE you'd think they were real. with so much life you'd think you could reach in and take a hand in yours, pat a shoulder, gift a caring smile. it's real real real more real than people who are supposed love you and be there for you in THIS world.
it's safe, it's true. but it can also hurt. it can hurt worse than your friend not calling you. it can hurt worse than your father speaking to you with acidity in his voice. worse than arguing with your mother. it can hurt. but i still love it. i love getting lost in that world, helplessly and utterly slave to each new page.
thank you, cassandra clare. congrats, it's a keeper.
there is this part of me that hasn't been fed in a long time, the part that sits with thick books and reads them for hours without stopping. the part of me that can take a 800 page book and devour every last word in one sitting. it's been hard to find the time, to be honest. the closest i've come to that feeling since Harry 6 was Eldest (which was surprisingly good, since i disliked Eragon). i read it without wanting it to end, flying through the pages that were intense and then going back to read them slower. it's the kind of reading that blots out the sun, that silences hunger, and makes your voice raspy with disuse. and while it gives you headaches after seven hour stretches, it also kills off all thoughts not of its world. it obliterates every voice in your head that isn't the narrators or a characters. it IS escapism, but the kind that saves your life,. not the kind that keeps you from it.
i have been running down a dark alley, eyes clouded. i have been running and there has been someone after me. with what, i don't know, but this someone was running fast. City of Bones helped me escape. To help me get lost in its world and involved with its characters. INVESTED. EMOTIONALLY INVESTED. it was the best book i've read in far too long a time, with beautifully realized characters with SO MUCH LIFE you'd think they were real. with so much life you'd think you could reach in and take a hand in yours, pat a shoulder, gift a caring smile. it's real real real more real than people who are supposed love you and be there for you in THIS world.
it's safe, it's true. but it can also hurt. it can hurt worse than your friend not calling you. it can hurt worse than your father speaking to you with acidity in his voice. worse than arguing with your mother. it can hurt. but i still love it. i love getting lost in that world, helplessly and utterly slave to each new page.
thank you, cassandra clare. congrats, it's a keeper.