Yesturday my body was physically in my AP Spanish classroom for three hours, listening to the slow ticking of the clock as it waited for underclassmen testing to finish. . . but my mind, my spirit, my soul, and my being were in another reality. . . much more exciting and vivid than my own.
Yesturday I decided to start reading "Twilight" by Stephanie Meyer. Ten pages in, I was hooked. The boringness, stress and frustration of my harsh reality escaped like sand through my fingers as I was captured into this new enviorment and new perspective of a girl who falls in love with a vampire.
I read and read and read. I read on my way to my next class. I sped home in my car to come home and read shut in my room. I was obsessed. I couldn't stop. it was like I was watching a 400-page long movie; it's words were being read so fast I can't remember reading them as they were immediately processed into images, sounds, dialogue and most importantly, it felt like I was there, feeling and touching and talking.
I finished reading my 496 page novel at midnight last night. I was completely satisfied. Then I noticed the time: the sun had escaped me, my family had fallen asleep, my eyes were tired, and I was still dressed in my school uniform shirt. The world kept on spinning without me and my permission while I was shut in a tiny room in a different universe.
Not only that, but I myself felt insignificant. I still don't completely understand for it is an uneasy thing to process. But how can you live reality without being sure of your own happy ending? I watched my old romance pull into the parking lot this morning from the view inside my own red Expedition and I wondered about my "Edward', my Prince Charming, my happily ever after, my fantasy.
And as I sat and wondered, I remembered something : the hardest thing to do in life is to live.
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What was the book about???
This girl isabella, or Bella, who falls in love with a vampire Edward basically, you just have to read it to understand =)
Ana Segura
I do believe that book has the same effect on everyone. I was mesmerized. The best part is that the 2nd and 3rd in the series are just as good. After reading each book I ran into questions very similar to the one in your blog. If only it could be answered.
And that's exactly why I'm a writer. It's hard to get through life not being sure of your own happy ending. And being able to write lets me escape and find my happy ending as easily as reading a great book does.
And that's comin' at ya' from yer local redneck hippie.
Reading is a great way to escape reality and find all sorts of happy endings, but who's to say that we don't know if we'll have one. I think that all of us have the ability to create our own happy ending by being the best we can be, surrounding ourselves with people and things we enjoy, and by living life to the fullest. The fact that you're thinking about your own happy ending will mean that you'll make one for yourself, don't worry about that.