It's finally, officially summer. Heck to the yes, all the rubbish of IP's and PT's are finally out of my hair. Lord knows I needed a break. We all did. Half the year I was wishing I was dead so I wouldn't have to deal with BS that I didn't even care about, or will ever dare care about. (Punnett squares and Chinese dynasties -- what for?!) The frog dissection was pretty ace, though. I hated watching the frog squirm the first ten seconds we tried to sedate it but that's what he had going for him and we've all said our apologies. The frog thing was the only good thing that happened within the confines of the Bio lab's four walls. I guess there are other good things too, like reconciling with Algebra and meeting the most amazing club mod ever, but I'm not wasting any more of my minutes thinking about school. As if it hadn't taken enough of my life already.
Now that it's the summer and all, I have the liberty to take my shoes and just run run run out chasing strangers in bikes with my running shoes and NME-approved playlist. I've been dying to do that lately, but that's only good for an hour and a half, or until the summer sun comes out to singe everyone. So I just went home and disappeared inside my room.
I reappeared on the pages of THE BOOK.
I don't quite know how to explain how it felt like to read THE BOOK. It's like spilling a hundred thousand bits of jigsaw puzzle pieces on the floor and not knowing how to make the pieces fit together. You don't even know what image it's supposed to make. But then you get the urge to put them all together in a day, even if the feat seems wholly impossible. You just pick up a piece and find its match, and you do it again, and again, and again. Until you lose yourself to the puzzle. Until you finally fit the pieces together. Until things start making sense. Until you see the picture.
And then you cry because it's so fucking beautiful.
Forgive the use of the F-word but I just cannot describe how beautiful THE BOOK is. I haven't cried the way I did with THE BOOK since Sirius fell through the veil in Order of the Phoenix. (Damn you forever, Bellatrix!) I wish I was good enough with words to compliment THE BOOK the way it should be complimented but I suck at articulating my thoughts. I'll just say, in a total Bright Eyes fashion, that I'm glad I didn't die before I read it. No book has blown my heart to bits and fixed it right back like it was never shattered in the first place. How it all fit together in the end was just... incredible. I've read nothing that compares to THE BOOK's sadness, and I've had my share of the supervile Nicholas Sparks cancer treatment. I wouldn't have wanted to spend the first of summer any other way. I don't care if it makes me a dweeb, but that book is just brilliant. I would have died happy, had anyone tried to stab me after the epilogue. I love it with all my heart and soul and hair and skin, and I've never said that about anything or anyone.
