The BBW/Wolfie saga will be on hiatus for now. We all need our little space sometimes. Because I respect the person…this will be the last time you’ll see your name mentioned here.
Meanwhile, in my very fabulous world where bunnies and unicorns play with each other, I’ve decided to read my old books. I discovered The Unbearable Lightness of Being which I got (if I’m not mistaken) 3 years ago. Yesterday was the first time I read it.
And I cried. I dont know why but I cried. Maybe because I didnt understand anything and I pity myself because I havent read a serious book for quite sometime now…eerrr…maybe because I imagined (once again) I’m Tereza.
And maybe that’s the reason why I’m so sensitive and so melodrmatic. I have this habit of comparing my own real life to the one that I read. A good example: when I was with Guy # 3 I kept comparing him to the lead guy in one of Sidney Sheldon’s books. I was craaazy about that book and the story stucked in my head. So I believed that time that I was lead girl and he was the lead boy. Every little thing about him I compare right away with the book. I would be greatly pissed off if he Guy # 3 doesnt follow the character’s habits, style, charm. Guy # 3 turned out to be a deceitful cheater, liar, jerk. Anyway I know I dont make any sense but my point is…My life was not a book written by someone. I was the one writing it.
Anyway, I will be back for more books and other stuff. I need more books to read. Suggestions are welcome.
I agree with what u said. Its u who write ur very own story in ur life. Its also common that most people especially the females who used to compare the real world to those stories. Just a comment sweetie.
maybe i should stop reading romantic novels and start with mystery and sci-fi?