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They’re here…. I’m talking about my book order

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The Hunger Games

The Hunger Games (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What a day! I went in to work for a few hours – I work in the paint department at a home improvement retailer – before leaving for class. Business is brisk at the moment so when I’m working I’m usually busting my butt trying to take care of everyone, but it feels good. I’m not a manager nor am I a supervisor, I’m just a worker and it feels nice not being in charge. It’s temporary but at least it gets me out into the workforce again.

So I worked four hours today before leaving for class. I was worn out from all the action so I was a bit zombified in class. Nothing to report there except for a dead brain. It’s coming back online as I type this.

Now I’m home. I spent a bit of time wondering what I was going to write about. My exhaustion? Okay, but that can be done in one sentence. I’m tired. See? A short sentence, a subject and an intransitive verb. Damn! Maybe I picked up something in class after all. Cool beans.

Still it’s nothing to write about, but then I got home and I saw that my books were in. I ordered a few books a few weeks ago, the Hunger Game Trilogy by Suzanne Collins, Council by Greg Tobin, and The Bridge by Allan Krummenacker. I received The Bridge last week and I’m half-way through it. The other two were waiting for me when I got home from work and school. Huzzah!

I’ve already read The Hunger Games, but I want a copy for myself so I can read it again. Council is a sequel to his novel Conclave, which I read years ago. All in all, I have a good deal of reading waiting for me. I love reading. It relaxes me, especially when I have to time actually read and relax. Preferably in a hot bath.

The next few weeks will be a bit on the hectic side, but it’ll be okay. I have a lot to do, but on the other side of this semester I will have a prize waiting for me. Come to think of it, I may not have enough books. Perhaps I should order a few more. I still have J. K. Rowling’s novel, The Casual Vacancy to read. While I’m at it, I may as well reread The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. I enjoyed her book tremendously.

This is the good life.

But did I like it?

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9361589It is near three a.m. and I am still awake. Tomorrow, or rather today, is going to be hell to deal with.

But I am awake, and I may or may not write a proper post for today, but I have to get some things out lest I become overly-morose in my private contemplation. You think I write for the fun of it? This is the greatest tool for combating my depression that I have. This and the other blogs that I have. Find them if you dare.

I just finished a book, The Night Circus, and it has put me into a bit of a funk. I’m done with the story and I wasn’t ready for it to end. It didn’t end the way I would have liked. It resolves itself, but it’s still a little too open, and you know there are more stories in that world to be told, but that’s not what has me down. Like any good story, when the book ends, it leaves you with a sense that the story continues, even if you are not privy to it. Maybe, should the author decide to do so, you may be invited to go along on another adventure. I rather she would, but I’m not betting on it.

I don’t want to try to tell you what the story is about. Read it yourself. I’m not going to give a condensed version, or even a review. If you want my opinion, I will tell you that I loved the book and that I’ll read it again and again. It moved me, as all good books seem to do. For me, that’s enough. My personal criteria has been met.

There is no greater gift than to be moved to tears and no better catalyst than a good book. To be moved to joy and to sadness, to laughter and to weeping, crying tears both joyful and mournful, is what I love in a book. I want to be transported out of my life, to journey with the heroes, to suffer and celebrate with them. I want to experience their highs and lows. I want to forget myself and delve into the illusion that I am no longer me, but in the story itself.

That’s where I am. I felt for those characters. They became my friends, even if for only a little while. With all the bad in the world you want to read that maybe someone got to live their happily ever after. Call it wish fulfillment if you want, since I guess that’s what it is.

Maybe I’m just overly emotional because it’s now fifteen after three and I’m tired and I have less control of them when I’m worn out. Of course there’s the fact that I am an emotional person, but I doubt you knew that.

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