So after the heartbreak of last week, I spent a lot of time moping around, eating Taco Bell, drinking lots of tequila and vodka, and watching the entire series The Tudors on Netflix. I didn’t read a single page of a book for an entire week which is insane for me considering I read 15 books in one month… (hmm and I wonder why I am now single….)
Anywho. So after my week long cry/eat/drunk fest, I remembered that self pity is extremely unattractive. I mean how many times did I hate on pro-tags for doing exactly what I was doing?? I think we all need time to heal, but there are better ways of going about doing it then sobbing and shoveling food in your mouth. So I got my Harry Potter tattoo I always wanted on my ribs (hurt like a bitch!), planned a trip to New Zealand in November (chea!), and sat down Sunday morning with Through the Ever Night by Veronica Rossi and read it cover to cover in about 6 hours.
It. Was. Magical.
I mean the book was alright (three stars, review to come!) but the feeling of being immersed into books again, being captivated and transported to a world that isn’t your own, feeling and loving and living with characters that become real in your mind? *sigh* I missed it. I missed reading. I missed everything that is books. I actually got the chance to fall in love with reading all over again. Amazing!
We read about breakups and heart breaks in books all the time. In many cases it’s much more tragic then what we experience ourselves. But rejection is NEVER easy. Whether its from a boyfriend, a publishing company or an employer, it just effing sucks major balls every time. But you want to know something? We have people around us that are always there for us, no matter what. And if you don’t want to talk to the people around you (me, sometimes I just want to ignore everything), we have the most incredible set of friends between covers of books. I have Sorcha from Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier, I have Eragon from the Inheritance series by Christopher Paolini, I have Katna and Po from Graceling by Kristin Cashore. I have hundreds of friends that are stable and consistent.
And how true is that? How many lessons have we learned by reading? We have soo many experiences as readers that others don’t. We have connections with characters and with each other in the bookworld that people outside it don’t understand. We experience love and passion, betrayal and victory, hate and pure euphoria, over and over again in different ways. We appreciate our human/real life experiences more because of this. We love harder, trust more fiercely, feel more.
I want to box up my memories and emotions of the last two years and shove them in my ex’s face (which is ok for me to say here because I doubt he’s even read my blog, boo!). Part of me wishes that he never happened (most of me) and part of me is thankful it happened (like 0.o1% right now). But…
So cheers to authors, cheers to publishing companies, cheers to editors and publicists and printing companies! Cheers to all the wonderful people who create incredible stories that we can lose ourselves in.
And a special thanks so all those witty romantical authors who gives us delicious fictional men to drool over! Jane Austen, Kresley Cole, Nora Roberts! (If you mention 50 shades I will seriously punch you in your throat). Thank you for giving me men to fall in love with while I wait for my real Prince Charming.
OH WAIT… MR DARCY IS!
“You must know… surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice