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nozenfordaddySaturday morning I started reading a book; admittedly I found it while perusing Amazon for cheap Kindle books with salacious titles. Halfway through I wanted to find the author and ask her how she'd managed to crawl into my head and express things I hadn't known I had there.
I went to bed to finish the book, and was left... unsatisfied with the ending. It was the right ending. It was even the reasonable ending - the happy ending. But it left me wondering: what next? Not just for the characters, but in a way for myself. I laid there in bed staring at my Kindle expecting that there would be an answer at the end of this book and in fact there were just more questions.
I scanned the blurb about the author and saw a note about a sequel. With my Kindle it was as easy as clicking menu, navigating to the Kindle store and searching for the title.
Another inexpensive buy, though with a much less racy title.
Less than three hours from purchase I'd finished it and bought another book that was mentioned in passing within the narrative. The main character had found it profound in a way that I can only hope to understand and I'm sitting here at 3:30 in the morning expectantly preparing to read it.
When did I decide a book would fix my life?
It must have been a child because it is so ingrained now that it's an unshakable belief.
And yet... I think the author would tell me I'd missed the point.
I went to bed to finish the book, and was left... unsatisfied with the ending. It was the right ending. It was even the reasonable ending - the happy ending. But it left me wondering: what next? Not just for the characters, but in a way for myself. I laid there in bed staring at my Kindle expecting that there would be an answer at the end of this book and in fact there were just more questions.
I scanned the blurb about the author and saw a note about a sequel. With my Kindle it was as easy as clicking menu, navigating to the Kindle store and searching for the title.
Another inexpensive buy, though with a much less racy title.
Less than three hours from purchase I'd finished it and bought another book that was mentioned in passing within the narrative. The main character had found it profound in a way that I can only hope to understand and I'm sitting here at 3:30 in the morning expectantly preparing to read it.
When did I decide a book would fix my life?
It must have been a child because it is so ingrained now that it's an unshakable belief.
And yet... I think the author would tell me I'd missed the point.
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Date: 2010-02-16 01:18 am (UTC)