I wrote this really really long post that was really from my heart, and then accidentally deleted all of it. And I honestly don't feel like re-writing it all. But, now that I spent a long while in the field with my cows, I will. Because it's something I really wanted to say, but I think I'm not going to tell you all the little details like I had before, sorry!
I know I don't post here often, I'm really just too busy now that I work full time, and actually writing the books is more of a priority to me right now. But, this was something I really wanted to share, but didn't feel like an Instagram post type thing, is seemed like a blog post more.
Books never move me to tears. Neither do movies, or tv shows. And it's not like books don't make me freak out or feel sad. I just don't physically cry. But, my heavens, these books do. Even re-reads. Even re-reading only one scene. SO when I found out she was writing another book taking place after the last book in the series, oh my gosh, I was so excited. I pre-ordered it, I stared at it's beauty for a long time when I got it. I stroked the cover, and ran my fingers over the beautiful purple printed words inside. But it sat on my shelf for months before I picked it up.
I've been in a huge reading slump. Maybe my worst yet. I have books I'm crazy about, I just haven't sat down and read a book like a crazy fangirl in so long. I haven't even sat down and read like a normal person. I have wanted to. I've thought about it. I'll read a chapter, then put the book down.
I finally picked up an audio book and flew through it (A Darker Shade of Magic by V. E. Schwab. Highly recommend.), and so I decided to get the rest of the books sitting on my shelf begging me to read them on audio as well. But I listened to only a few chapters before I had to get out the physical copy to read.
I used to read mostly books my best friend recommended me. She has exquisite taste in books. We would sit on the trampoline in my backyard and she'd tell me the while plot of the book. Beginning to end. And then I would go and read them. I didn't care that I knew the ending, because it's so different from actually reading it yourself.
When she told me about Legend by Marie Lu, I was so excited to read it. And it in no way disappointed. It actually became the first book that made me cry. I fell so hard in love with the characters and their story and their world. Not only that, but the books are so beautiful too, with Day's chapters printed in gold, and June's in black.
There's a moment, I'm not sure if it's in Prodigy, the second book, or Champion, the third, but I know it's between the 2 main characters, and when I read it, I sobbed. Not because the scene was sob worthy, though I believe it was sad, but because it made me feel utterly hopeless as a writer. I remember thinking "I can never write anything this good, ever." I couldn't imagine a reader reading my books and ever feeling that depth of emotion. And I re-read it, a year or so later, and felt the exact same thing.
Reading Rebel, the book that takes place a decade after the last. And my word, it still leaves me with the same feeling. And it's painful and beautiful. I want to read more books like that. And It's not that her writing is flawless and the most beautiful to read, but Day and June. These characters, they are amazing. And I just, I have no other words. Every single one of her books have been a five star for me, but how I wish I could give the Legend series more.
I don't know if there's another series, besides maybe Harry Potter, that I love more. It's everything I want in a book and more.
Okay, that ends my rant. Hopefully ya'll enjoy this while w're all mostly stuck at home.
~ Thane
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