holy fucking shit.
ok, admittedly the third and fourth installments of the series weren't that amazing. but holy fucking shit. why did i wait this long to start- and then finish- this book? it laid on my bedroom floor for six months before i even picked it up and then laid around for another 3 months before i finished it.
and i cried from page 245 to the end.
i think i delayed reading this book because it has too many parallels to my life right now. i knew it would, and i knew it would make me emotional, so i distanced myself from the stupid BOOK and tried not to get too into it.
i was about halfway through it on my flight home from Chicago last night. Chicago was surreal enough, emotional enough- after all, it isn't everyone and every day that you get to see your little sister in a broadway musical. so i guess i decided to top it off by finally reading this book. i read it in millennium park by Emily's apartment and then i read it again on the plane. so yes, halfway through, i stopped.
i had to talk to someone about it.
this is how i know a book is really, really, good.
so i got out a pen and defaced one of the spare blank pages at the back of the book to write tony a letter.
about the book. about us.
i was in Chicago, he is in Seattle, i was on a plane with no electronic communication available. so i reverted back to my "tony is in field training" method and wrote him a letter. and it felt good. everything about this book felt good. and heartbreaking. and perfect. and imperfect. and full circle.
and i just wanted to tell you, livejournal, about that.
in my first public entry in many months.
i wish i wish i wish
i wish our love was right now and
(you yes you)