So. Imagine Me. (spoilers)
I finished Reveal Me on the 4th of August. I had been dragging it out for as long as possible, because my eBook library didn't have Imagine Me so I had to buy it.
It took ten days for my books to arrive. T e n. D a y s.
I decided to buy Imagine Me rather than (quite possibly illegally) download it on one of those sketchy websites. Plus, I think I was trying to drag the series out for as long as possible anyway.
I shouldn't be saying this, but I wish I had downloaded it, even if that was a short-term solution.
...My characters. My beloved characters. I mean, technically the characters belong to Tahereh Mafi, but MY CHARACTERS.
I only went, like, one week without reading this series, but now I feel so disconnected from the characters and world. One of the disadvantages of reading multiple books/serieses at the same time is the confusion between them. Lately, I have been rather invested in Shadow and Bone. It's great.
But it just doesn't feel quite like home like Shatter Me did. Before I took that cursed break.
I had a streak. I did not go two nights without reading the Shatter Me books. Ever since I borrowed the first book on the 21st of June, I did not go more than one night without reading (and that exception was once, maybe twice). It provided a special connection that other books I've read -- including Shadow and Bone, another of my current reads -- just didn't have.
(When I say I read multiple books at a time, I mean that I have the books that my parents know I'm reading -- the physical books -- and the secret-reading-at-night eBooks. They both have their pros and cons.)
Taking that break just really disconnected me.
And now I feel like I've ruined the whole series for myself. I loved this series. So much. And of course my stupid self had to ruin it. And I don't understand why books make my feel so many feelings. But they do. It can get terrifying.
But I don't know if it's just me, or if it's the characters, too.
At the moment, the characters are in mourning -- in mourning for their friends and their future.
I thought they were broken earlier in the series. But, my stars, look at them now. The beginning of the series with Adam, and Warner -- not Aaron, just Warner -- seemed to be a lifetime ago. Back when that crazy mess was simple, and back when everything wasn't so so broken.
Aaron Warner, the boy I loved so much, is now as cold as ice and as guarded as... Buckingham Palace...?
Aaron Warner, the boy I accidentally wrote an essay on, who I felt was the most adorable fictional human ever, is...
It doesn't even feel right to call him Aaron anymore.
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| From Imagine Me by Tahereh Mafi |
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