*We interrupt today's usual scheduled program so that Rose may sob/rant/express herself to you, her diligent reader. Beware of what lies ahead.* You know a book is great when your heart is ripped out and then fed to you--in the sense that only a true fangirl/lover of the book(s), who has really connected with the author, can feel and experience. I often wonder why I do this to myself. Why do I make myself feel these drastic and catastrophic emotions? I mean, I am constantly reading these beautiful , extraordinary words that consume my soul and have this power to break me apart and drown me in my own depression. Sometimes I tell myself it's pointless. The emotional experience attached to this epic journey is just not worth what it does to me. But I keep doing it. Because even though there are all these bad times, all these negative experiences that make me want to turn away, and not look back, I keep doing it. I keep doing it and I'd say it's worth it in the...
Authenticity is attractive.