Warning: this rant probably contains out-of-context spoilers for the Simon Snow trilogy. This post is also very cheesy and soppy, so you have been warned.
If you're a reader, I'm sure you are also familiar with the overwhelming waves of emotion that hit you after you finish a book series. Since I read a rather large amount of books, I have experienced this painful sort of fulfillment a lot. Yet, I never get used to it. I still don't know whether it's a good or bad feeling, because it is rather painful but the road towards it is usually very enjoyable. It's kinda annoying that the more enjoyable the journey is, the more pain you feel once you're finished. That makes no sense, but still.
So. I recently finished the Simon Snow trilogy (like two days ago). In case you hadn't already figured, I really liked this series. It was very well-written and it had such amazing characters and relationships. I would 100% read about the entire rest of these characters' lives. I think the phrase I'm looking for is "I'd listen to you for hours". *proceeds to cry over Radio Silence, too*
The trilogy also taught me very important lessons, such as the fact that in most other countries, "joggers" are not in fact shoes but pants. I was genuinely enraged when someone was wearing joggers in bed, until the moment when I realised... I'm very sorry, British people. Oh, and when I say joggers are "pants" I mean that they're trousers. Again, I'm very sorry, British people. Luckily for me, nobody from the UK has ever viewed my blog (to my knowledge).
Obviously I'm still coming down from the high of reading a really good series, but I'm ready to claim that the Simon Snow trilogy is definitely one of my new favourite serieses -- it's still competing with Shatter Me. I feel like I really had a different relationship with Simon Snow than I have with any other book. Like, with Shatter Me, I read it over a really long period of time (because it is a long series) and I think the long journey with the Shatter Me world and characters is part of what made it my "favourite series". Whereas, with Simon Snow, it was more like a short burst of joy because it was (sadly) only a trilogy. I guess what I'm saying is that I like different books for different reasons, and that makes it hard to find a favourite.
When I finished Any Way the Wind Blows (the third book in the trilogy) last night, I just kinda sat there hugging all three books, surprisingly numb. Then I wrote a quick 1160-word-long review/rant and then just listened to Welcome to Night Vale in order to distract myself from the emotions. Speaking of which, imaginary blog readers, I recommend Welcome to Night Vale. It's creepy (listening to it in the middle of the night in a dark room really adds to the effect) but also funny, and it's basically just a podcast in which a guy, who really likes another guy's hair, throws shade on our society through the use of sarcasm and also there's lots of supernatural stuff. It's so random yet so good. It's also really well-made.
Basically, I think the wave of emotions hit me today/yesterday (since it's 1am the concepts of today and yesterday are confusing). Like, I'm a bit more calm now, but just an hour ago I felt physically sick from the lovely impact of the realisation that it's over. Shaking, nausea, crying. Crying, imaginary blog readers! I hardly ever cry over books. That's a good sign. I really wanted to get up and get the books off my shelf and hug them, but I didn't because a) I was worried that I would damage them; b) books are, no offence, not entirely comfortable to hug; c) that would not help me to get over them; d) my dad was like to me "what time have you been going to sleep" and getting up from my Squeaky Bed would be kinda suspicious to him (I'm trying to type as quietly as possible).
Like I said, I am trying to get over these books. My search history right now is stuff like "how to get over a book". One website suggested I stalk and kidnap the author and make them write more books. I'm not sure about that one. It's so weird, though, how much the feeling you get after finishing a book resembles grief. It's so weird, man. I don't feel emotions for anything else like I do for books.
I was genuinely considering rereading the Simon Snow trilogy right then and there. I have never done that before. That definitely would not have helped me get over the books hahaha. I already planned what book I was gonna read next (a nice standalone) and I actually was hoping to start a new book tonight but then my emotions were like "nope". I really need to stop crying over books and move on. To the next book. Why am I so emotional tonight? The flowers on my desk which I got nearly three weeks ago are in a better condition than me (like they're literally still perfect, are they even real?). I feel like crying over It's Never Over (Hey Orpheus) which literally isn't that sad of a song in the grand scheme of things. (Oh, Orpheus/Eurydice... it's over too soon... ðŸ˜)
Speaking of which! I think I'm gonna make a playlist of the saddest Arcade Fire songs, because I want to. I also made a playlist based off the Simon Snow trilogy last night (of course), which currently only has seven songs on it and will probably end up being deleted. It's times like these when I realise how specific my music taste is. You know what, I'm deleting the playlist now. Time to move on!
This post is so random. It started as a book rant and now it's just me trying to avoid my feelings by talking about random stuff.
I miss Depressed Adorable Dragon Son of a Peter Pan Cosplayer, Emo Completely Gay Vegan Boy Marilyn Monroe, Sassy Smart Girl Whose Hair Colour is the Debate of the Century, Magic Goat Girl, and American Fanboy who Regretted his Tattoos. I already miss them so much. Can someone please allow me to join their friend group? They are some of the most vivid characters I've ever read about. As I keep saying, I am enamoured with them.
Later today (you know, when I should actually be awake) I am going to go to a park, plonk myself down under a tree, and start reading another book. Let's hope it doesn't rain. I already feel like I'm cheating on the characters of Simon Snow, but this is one of those situations where I have to remind myself that they are fictional.
OKAY. Now I am going to go listen to more Welcome to Night Vale. I can't deal with having feelings. Goodnight, imaginary blog readers... goodnight.
(Oh no, people in the podcast are planning to chop up bloggers with hatchets...)
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