Is it so wrong to love a book so much? I go through phases, that I never really grow out of, that are filled with all of my days loving a book, and each time I read a new book that I love, I add it on to my obsessions list. I love books. Probably far too much, but I like that I can pretend that my life will turn out to be remembered like the lives of people in books. Plus, I like to think that something that happened in a book, that I love, will someday happen to me.
The books I obsess most over are the Twilight Saga books and right now Pride and Prejudice. I hadn't even gotten though either of the books before I admitted love to Edward Cullen and Mr. Darcy. Wow, that was embarrassing to write on here, but I don't care. I love them too much, or maybe it's the idea of love and devotion that's so appealing. I don't know, but I don't care. I love them. I have spent countless, meaningless hours wasted on searching fan sites, pictures, spin-offs, opinions, chat rooms, and anything else related to any of those books and its said characters. I don't know when I'll ever be un-obsessed, but until then, they have, as Mr. Darcy says, "Bewitched me, body and soul."


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