Have you ever felt like this when you have read a book? I know that this picture is supposed to make you want to write a letter, but I think that it speaks volumes about literature. {Get it? Speaks volumes...about literature??? haha. A pun that could have impressed the Bard perhaps??} When I read The Book Thief (which is a remarkable book that both topped my list and changed my life), I felt like I was a part of her story. Or rather that she was part of my story. Am I sounding like a weirdo? I cried when she cried. I smiled, sitting alone in my house, when she was happy. I was crushed and devastated when she lost someone. I get so emotionally attached to the characters and their stories that I begin to write them into my life. The sad thing is that I frequently make references in conversation to the books that I have read, which makes for an especially awkward moment when noone in the room has read the book.
I guess when you know so much about a person{character}, you just feel like they are one of your buds. So, I guess if I consider some characters to be my "book friends", should I send them Christmas cards this year??? Well, that seems a little desperate and awkward to even mention. But just for good measure, I'll just make a shoutout to Elizabeth Bennett, Greg Heffley, Sirius Black, Jo March, and Edmond Dantes. Thanks for distracting me so that I don't drive my husband crazy with overwhelming attention. You have kept me sane. Merry Christmas.
(I'm going to use this picture as a writing prompt inspiration for my creative writing class. We will see what they think of it.)
