One Reader's Ramblings

I think that some of the most brilliant writing I’ve ever read wasn’t really written at all… it was what was left unsaid.   It is those 4 nearly blank pages entitled… October … November … December … January .   Each time I get to those pages, even though I know they are coming, I cry.   They tear out my heart because I know that kind of pain.   The kind of pain that rips out pieces of your life and you know that no matter what, you will never be the same.   You lose not only time but parts of you.   It takes you from a “were” state, to an “are” state and those two never cross paths.   No matter how much you long to go back to the kind of person who doesn’t truly know what pain is, you can’t.   And somehow, those 4 blank pages scream out of that precise kind of pain.    

I just got through reading The Twilight Series for the tenth time.   ( Midnight Sun was only for the 5 th or so time.   I didn’t discover it until I was already a true Twihard though now it’s one of my favorites.  Again... please, Ms. Meyer, finish it!)   Obviously, I love the books.   I mean, who reads a series (especially one that long) 10x unless they really love it.   So don’t take my criticism wrong.   (If you’ve read my previous posts you should know that I will vehemently champion these books to anyone.)   

I just finished reading Burden of the Soul by Kate Grace (again).   It’s… ok.   I wouldn’t give it a thumbs down, but I’m also not really sure why I re-read it except that I already had it on my Kindle and couldn’t really remember much about it.   It is supposed to be the first in a series, but it didn’t really bother me that I couldn’t continue reading.   For any of you who know anything about me that says A LOT seeing as how my biggest pet peeve is having to wait for the next book in a series to be written.

This may be my shortest post ever, but I need to know:   Is it normal to miss someone who doesn’t actually exist?   I mean not in an I-just-set-the-book-down-blues kind of way, but in a miss-your-best-friend-who’s-gone-away-for-the-year way.    See the problem is that I miss Edward and Bella.   Ok, so more Edward than Bella (I mean, who wouldn’t miss Edward more than Bella, he’s amazing? Right?) but still, it’s like I’m sad that I haven’t been with them in a couple months and I miss hanging out with them.   I call them my imaginary friends for a reason.   I really feel like they are people that I know and like.   So even though I’m making new friends (been reading a lot of other good books lately) there are still those friends who, no matter how long it’s been, you just long to talk to and catch up with and none of your great new friends are ever truly going to take that place in your heart. So my question to you:   Do I ne...