“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.” ― George R.R. Martin,
I remember the moment I truly fell hard for reading. It was a Mark Twain classic and although Tom Sawyer’s story came out first. it was Huck Finn’s adventure that caught my attention. Not trying to pit the books against each other because that would be madness AND both books ARE fun and full of adventures that are unique in their own way. I guess, Huck Finn landed on my hands at the right time when I needed company and it offered more than that. Truly, that was the start of my love story with reading
After going into the crazy adventures with Huck, Jim and Tom I realized I could not get enough of it. It was like I am already addicted and I just wanted to read some more. So I sought out other Mark Twain classics and although there were far better works by him than his Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, none could satisfy my lust for reading, specifically, for adventure books and Huck Finn.
For some time, I thought I only wanted to read adventure books so I said NO to every book that came my way that doesn’t seem to have enough adventures or spirit in them or Huck Finn. And yes, reading, Huck and I met some bumps along the way and decided to stop seeing each other except when I really needed to study and have to do some reading. No Huck Finn. Just. No.
“Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.” ― John Green,
You can say that after that, it was one of those depressing times for me. C’mon. Cut me some slack. I just broke up with my first true loves, reading and Huck Finn. Didn’t I?
I was selfish. All the best classics my brother could get his hands on were just piled in one corner of our house, gaining only dust but never some well-deserved attention. Reading was almost always in the back of my mind, too. But Huck Finn was never the same without new adventures. He still has a special place in my heart, though.
Thinking about it now, it feels like if “reading” is a real person, he or she would say “You better put your big girl panties on and start giving these books some love!”. But I never really listen. Not even to myself.
High school came and my nerdy friends (that’s a compliment!) decided that they love the public library which wasn’t exactly a short distance from our school. But they started dragging me with them to the library almost every afternoon. ON FOOT. But only then did I realize that I still loved reading and maybe the break I took was necessary for me to grow some balls and discover for myself that there is more to reading than just reading another Huck Finn rip-off. Then and there, my love for reading grew back and I started dating the wise Confucius.
“Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón,
From that point on, I got into many more meaningful relationships. But I always had trouble choosing between J.D. Salinger and Holden Caulfield. I still feel like they both occupy the same space in my heart which really isn’t big enough considering that even Phoebe (high-five if you know her) and Steinbeck are in it, too. Not to mention, Rowling and the rest of her Harry Potter squad.
I mean, I am 200% sure it’s a miracle they all fitted in there.
And it even came to a point where I doubted my love for Jean Louise just because of another competition which rhymes with Schmatticus Schminch. Really, could life get any more difficult for this girl?
And please, don’t ever mention GRRM and the rest of the Starks to my face. And my heart will always have a special place for Tyrion, tiny and cunning as he is. PLUS I’m still a little upset BOOK 6 is taking forever! GRRM must be getting so much love right now. If you know what I mean?
I have high hopes that in the not too distant future, these people and their stories will be Olivia’s headaches and heartaches, too! And I mean that in a truly adoring way. *heart eyes*
There’s a slight chance that I might turn into a momzilla if she doesn’t agree with me. Very normal. Duh. Pft.
BTW. If you don’t have enough moving stories to feed your lonely heart on..NOT that I am saying you’re alone or that you’re heartless or just plai– ok FOCUS. You can read this heartwarming letter from Steinbeck to his son, I’m sure it’ll do the trick.