mrsronweasley | What cheer, eh?

I've been walking around all day in a sort of empty haze. I feel empty. And filled to bursting. Giddy and extremely sad. I cannot believe that a book could do this to me, yet it makes perfect sense. Books have always affected me (I mean, case in point...) - but I don't remember the last time finishing a book has left me quite so...drained. And empty. I feel so empty now that it's done. 572 pages. 572 pages of one of the most magnificent books I had ever read - and it's over. And now I have nothing to read. And no one to talk to about it (Arborealis, come back to the land of the internet!..).

I cried in the shower today, right after I finished it. I had about thirty pages left last night, at 2:30 am, and the first thing I did when I woke up at 9:45 was pick it up and finish it. Because I knew I had to, sooner or later. I could have finished it two days ago had I let myself do that, but I kept extending it and extending it. But it's still over, no matter how much I may have delayed it.

I made so many notes in the damn thing, too... Quite amusing.

And yes, I cried. Why? Well, you weren't really expecting a 572 pages to lead up to a happy ending, were you? Neither was, but I had warning from reviews. "A tragedy", indeed.

But, damn, was it worth it. Was it ever worth it.

And now I have a task for all of you. Recommend me books to read, or I shall go mad. ("Give me an occupation, Miss Dashwood...")

Please, for the love of all that's written, recommend good books.

Ah...Ireland...

~*~

And while I'm bored...

Am I surprised? Not in the least...

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Damn, do I know what you mean. Stephen Fry's autobiography was like that for me - I was at a point where I was feeling miserable about basically everything, and it simply amazed me that someone so like me could exist.

If there's anything by Stephen Fry you've not read, read it. Ditto Douglas Adams. :)

Stephen Fry, check. I shall get it tomorrow, then. :) I'm still a little shaky from "At Swim, Two Boys" but in a really really amazing way. Phew...

Thank you for the recommendation, you certainly do come through! :)

Have you read 'House of Leaves' by Mark Z. Danielewski? I'm guessing not... nobody seems to have heard of it. But it's bloody brilliant. It's kind of hard to follow sometimes, but it's really, really creepy, and chock-full of some of the most gorgeous poems I've ever read.

::shrugs:: I don't know you well enough to say I think you'll like it, but I bloody love it.

Mieko

Oh, thanks! I will have to check it out. :)

Man, you guys are so damn cool...

I have been in a manic state all day at work- why? Because I can't wait to get into bed and read more tonight. I'm terrified to read your journal at the moment because I'm worried I'll read something about the tragedy in the plot that will spoil it. Ahh well...

There have been three books lately that have had me walking around in a daze.

1. Carrie Pilby- I'm amazed that character is so like me. She's a 19-year-old child prodigy that prefers the company of books to people and finds it very hard to trust them and socialise. This is me to a tee (except I wasn't a child prodigy).

2. White Oleander- I don't know why with this one. I just found it really poetic.

3. The obvious, I suppose- Harry Potter 5. I walked around for weeks after (and still do), going "But what about Luuuuupppin?!" and "He's all aloooone"(In my head, of course). Someone was asking the other day about whether they were R/S shipper's since HP3. I wasn't. It was only after HP5, where it was so blatently obvious, that I noticed it.
The other day I was standing at the sink washing the dishes and crying because I can't fucking believe one of my favourite characters has gone. As I said in my blog when I first read HP5, how does one grieve for a book character?

*wanders off wailing*

Okay, so I'm an hour and 13 minutes late but... Happy 5 years.

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