I wear my heart (and the rest of my feelings) on my sleeve. It’s a difficult place to have them with any regularity. Sometimes, I wonder if they are there to stay permanently.
My right eye has developed a twitch. The cruel irony is that I don’t need another signal to tell the world that I’m hurting. I’m trying to fix it, but I’m not sure that I know how.
I almost let the twitch impede my reading, but I planted my right palm on the top of my eye socket and willed myself to ignore. I decided that I needed the comfort of a book to set my brain back on course.
I’m in the middle of After You, and while I wasn’t sure what to think of it at first, it’s now officially superglued itself to my sleeve alongside my feelings. Ellie’s thoughts and mine are seemingly one in the same, especially at this point in the story and at this point in my book; she feels caught between two worlds and on some level I do too. I have 133 pages left for her to resolve the conflict and for me to sort out mine. Our time left together is short but will hopefully be packed with solutions.
There is a part early in the novel where she speaks of the events in her life as they correspond to books she’s reading. Oh how familiar that is. I will always associate 9/11 with Pride and Prejudice and Marley & Me with a red eye to Dallas.
So all of this makes me wonder. Am I enjoying this story more because I can relate and especially at this very moment? Might I have found it presumptuous and overly dramatic a year ago?
Have certain events or a place you’ve been in your emotional life affected what you thought of a book?
Heck yeah man. Books really bring out the emo nerd-o in me. Especially if I’m going through a troubling time.
But they are also a therapy, an escape from the real world stuff.
Are you doing okay hon? What’s the trouble?
(((books)))