What i'm reading these days is.......( i know this might annoy the crap out of some of you but )
The TWILIGHT series. I finished New Moon in 2 days, finished eclipse in 3 days, adn Breaking dawn in 4 days. (cant wait for midnight sun) These books give me hope that true love exists, even if its with a vampire. How it can start out as much as someone hating you to it growing so much that you can't live without eachother. Do anything and everything to protect eachother, taking your own immortal life just because you though they were dead and cant live without them, love them so much that it feels as if your body, mind, and heart can't bear to handle it all, it's tooo much love. And spending eternity with the one you love more than anything, ever, is just icing on the cake. I know it's just a book(s), but i feel like i can escape in them, their my haven, outlet if you will. Sometimes when im feeling a little at losing hope with humanity i just read one of the twilight books, and i feel so much better, and the fact that my love life isnt exactly what you would call, well........good, as well as, er, functional.
I can't help it there are no guys where my everyday life is.
Back to the books. These books give me the ability of imagining a better life, a life of love.
They teach me lessons that people and everything else can't in a way i can understand.
Each time i read them, (which will probably once or twice a year+) they tell me something different, teach me something different, which just makes it more interesting.
p.s. somtimes i wish vampires do exist so i could find someone to love that much and spend the rest of my existence with them.
"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything."
Edward Cullen, New Moon, Chapter 23, p.514
