Ever read a book that was so good you could not stand to put it down. It was so good you just couldn’t wait to finish it because you just had to know what happened, but at the same time didn’t want to finish because you would never be able to read it fresh and experience all the feelings again. That was the book I recently read. I haven’t read a story that consumed me that much in ages. I spent 3 days holed away in my room reading, coming out only for basic necessities, and having to babysit, which was torture because I couldn’t stop thinking about the story. I fell totally, hopelessly, utterly in love. I sobbed for hours when my heart was broken. I felt a healing balm cover the scab and give a reason to continue, only to be viciously torn off a few scenes later. Feeling of anticipation at the coming surprise promised by a friend. Anew hope and trepidation when he walked back into her life, followed quickly by hopeless abandon, he is perfect, he would never hurt you again. The growing trust and finally back to those exhilerating feeling of love again. As it came to a close all I wanted to do was keep reading at the same time I never wanted to finish it because nothing would ever again be the same. I couldn’t read it and feel the same because I would know each twist, and know that things would be ok. This was one story where I really had no idea what was going to happen.
It’s been about a week and a half since I finished the somehow it still has a hold on me. I’ve been dreaming this story since I read it. Every song I hear perfectly matches a scene, a mood, and line of dialog from this story. I think I am going to go insane.
Sometimes a story just grabs you and holds on. This is one that I don’t want to let go.
