I’m not really a book person.
That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me. – Fangirl, Rainbow Rowell
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I’ve never read anything by Rainbow Rowell, but I might have to after stumbling across this quote on bookstagram. I don’t know the context but it reminds me of a time in high school where I realized I was a little bit different from everyone else.
It was the height of Myspace, and Facebook had just opened up to everyone too. (Did I just date myself, admitting to being a teenager in a time where one of the first social media sites was popular – and is now dead – and the Before, when Facebook wasn’t even allowed to be had by people not in college?). Anyway.
I was working my after school job and we were discussing profiles, and one of the girls openly wrote on her’s that she didn’t read. And I knew she wasn’t bookish but it astounded me that she’d say something like that. It blew my mind that someone couldn’t like to read, and still does to be perfectly honest, but I know now that everyone is different and that’s okay. But then, I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that someone thought my favorite thing to do was silly.
Tell me about the time you realized not everyone else loved books the way you do, readers. How did you handle it?
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not read yet. – Cassandra Clare
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How true is this quote? It can be taken a couple of ways.
Firstly, think of the life your living. How many days, hours, minutes we have. Each is a new page, we just need to turn it to see what’s coming next. Comparing life to a book is the literally the most beautiful comparison I can think of.
Le’s look at it a second way. How many lives have you lived through reading? Looking at my Goodreads account, I’ve lived more than anyone could, and I don’t regret it one bit. Hundreds of thousands of pages turned, lived through, emotions experienced. And the dreaded To Be Read list, daunting though so many find it, are just more lives to be lived, experiences to be had. I want to consume them all.
Readers, how do you feel about this quote? Does it make you feel excited, or scared, or impressed? Let me know, I’d love to chat about it.
“It’s amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.” – Lauren Oliver
They really can. Some ~10 years ago I read If He Had Been With Me by Laura Nowlin. I read the book in a matter of hours and felt like I had been on a roller coaster of emotions. By the end I was in tears. And then I picked it up again and savored it a second time, taking in the highs and lows, the tearful parts, the sweet moments. I cried for days and thought about it for longer. I still do now, from time to time. I picked it up a couple of years ago again and realized it no longer brought out the same whirlwind of emotions in me, but Nowlin used her words to create something that has stuck with me through all the books I’ve read, and that’s special.
Has this ever happened to you? Tell me about a book that’s shredded your insides.
It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think am the people in the book – The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I don’t know that I’ve ever gotten so lost in a book that I thought I was a character from it. I have felt their emotions so deeply that I’ve cried for them, laughed with them, and been angry on their behalf. Sometimes I wish I was wherever they are. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wander the halls of Hogwarts, or run through the valleys in one of the Anne of Green Gables books, or hide from the ghosts and monsters in a haunted mansion?
I’ve talked about this with other people before. They don’t really get it. I like to reread a book and relive the experiences and places and emotions of a character. Books are friends. Consume them, but it’s okay to cherish them too.
Tell me about a book you’ve felt this way about.