Thursday, July 31, 2008

Oh Ivan..

sigh..
I've been rereading some of my old books these past few days. I must say that it never bothered me, to read my books again and again. (thus the reason why I never liked borrowing books.. I hate having to give them back and not being able to reread them again when I'd wanted to remember certain parts.)
So I've been reading If You Could See Me Now by Cecelia Ahern since Monday. I forgot to list down that it is one of my most favourite books.. ever. (along with Tuesdays With Morrie, Like The Flowing River, Pride & Prejudice..)

..for anyone who's ever had that connection with someone, even if it only lasted for five minutes, it's important. For once I didn't feel that I was living in a different world from everybody else, but that in fact there was a person, a person I liked and respected, who had a piece of my heart, who felt the same way.
Chapter 19, If You Could See Me Now by Cecelia Ahern.

I've been reading the book very.. carefully.
Because there is this part. A part that had made me cry once before. I'm torn about how I feel about that part. I'm sort of looking forward to it just to see if it still upsets me, but as I come closer.. I feel dread.
I'm very close to that part now.. Maybe I'll just hold my breath and dive in.

(I took the dive. I didn't cry.. but hyperventilated a bit. Well, an improvement at least.)

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