I am, for all intents and purposes, a hopeless romantic… and it is terrible sometimes.
“Gentleman: an imaginary creature found in Jane Austen novels.” - Natalya Voroboyova
I have just finished a book called Alex, Approximately by Jenn Bennett (READ IT). It made my heart not only stutter, but jump around in there. I wish with all of my heart, that everybody found a person with whom they matched with so imperfectly as Bailey and Porter did. Gosh, I really do. Ugh. I hate being this kind of girl, but I absolutely am. I used to hate rom-coms, and laugh at girls for being like this; in the end, I think it was just because I wasn’t completely aware that I was just like that too.
“Yeah, I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.” - Victoria Schwab
I can agree to disagree with this quote. Yes, sometimes it feels nice to read this amazing and maybe realistic love story that could or could not happen (which is currently absolutely not happening to me, sadly), but I don’t know if people read to just to escape reality. In a sense we are escaping our reality for we are immersing ourselves in a world created by the author for us, but at the same time, when we resurface we are, more than ever, aware of our reality and out situation in life. So yes, when we read we do escape our reality, but only to be more aware of it when we close the book. I think I’m now getting down from the high of reading an excellent book (which is honestly, the worst part about reading).
I am a romantic, and as they say, chivalry is now practically dead, and gentlemen are in the brink of extinction, so good luck to me, and all others like me out there, in finding the romance we read so much about in books, and only in books. Yay…
I LOVE YOU ALL. I LOVE YOU ALL. I LOVE YOU ALL.
P.S. You know, there is no easy way to say this, but I honestly think I suck at blogging. I mean, I know that this blog is already particularly lame because it’s primary intent is to talk about books — nerd, but aside from that, I don’t think I’m as funny as I think I am, or as wise as I think I may sound. And I’m sorry for all my terribly depressing posts from last year, I was going through a rough time — I’m sure all of you have, at some point. Only good vibes from now on (unless I get my SAT score and it sucks and then you’ll be subjected to more moping. Sorry). Anyhow, I am going to shoulder through this era of terrible blogging, hoping that with time and experience it gets better. We all kind of suck at stuff in the beginning. Right?
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