I hope you know how this feels,

For a start, I think it was a bad idea to buy one of Jodi's collections yesterday. I had choices ranging from non-fiction, and fiction. I immediately dived into the fiction section without thinking twice. My eyes focused on the promising number of books placed on the rack.

I think its hard to not judge a book by its cover. Again, I try my very best not to. I wanted to spend atleast an hour or so choosing the right book to spend my extra hours of my days with. Something struck me during this quest of finding the right book. Longing. I know far too well what kind of effect reading would leave on me, and I must say I was rather reluctant on even buying a new book. Cheens was with me, and we had a date to kick off, I didnt want to make her wait so long.

Back to what reading does to me, I've mentioned before how it gets my mind wandering off to places I've never been. Imagining things, all the great things, all the possibilities that could happen in life, and its always, always involving the good things in life. Jodi does me well when it comes to these. Rowling would be placed second on the list now. I was so glued to Harry Potter, and I thought no book would ever make me feel so attached to it, until I met Jodi. My oh my. I was swept off my feet.

I never let negativity take control while reading. Its been a while since I last read these kinds of books. All the books on facts, relativity of certain subjects, autobiographies whatsoever could never leave me pondering as much as this. There was a time where I would let Steel take over my mind, but it got too predictable, so Steel and I never made it that far.

But Jodi, dear Jodi, why. Why must you sweep me off my feet again. Now Im back to being this individual believing in the utmost kindest of people and love, not that its a bad thing, but you make me feel so vulnerable and fragile all over again. All the things you write make things seem easily achievable when in reality, you rarely get those outcomes in a snap. Regardless of knowing how the real life works its ways, just by reading your writings, you indirectly lit this dying candle of hope. Giving me the 'maybe's in life here and there.

Life isnt a fairytale, thats for sure. But believing in all the right things in life, the goodness to every outcome be it disappointmet or anger, it just gets you going. Im easily attached to things I can relate to. Who wouldnt?. Then again, a story is always based on experience. Except for Harry Potter- but who knows (lol).

They say life isn't like what you see in the movies. But I think they forgot, that it is because of life itself, and the reality that pertains to it, are the very reason movies are made.

They say, love stories in the movies are always too perfect for the real world. I beg to differ. It is the one in the real world that made the movie perfect. Probably because in the real world, things happen too fast for one to grip its perfectness being in the moment. Movies, all they need to do is just slow the moment down.

I think when I'm done with this one, I should give Coelho a chance too.

I was alright with growing up at the beginning of my day. And now I'm left to ponder on my own thoughts. How interesting.