I'm sitting here at my desk looking at the bills I'm about to pay. So, naturally, to escape reality, I look at the stacks of books climbing up my wall. Each title I see reminds me of a world that I visited, new characters I met, and a variety of emotions I felt. I wish I could ask Katsa from Graceling to take care of my bills for me (and by "take care" I mean KILL EVERYONE).
So, I read Wither by Lauren Destefano like...a year and a half ago. I think it was the second or third YA book I had ever read and I only bought it because Wal-Mart's YA bookshelves we're empty (insert Wal-Mart joke here).
Ok, so this is interesting to me...
I can vividly remember this book. I remember the characters (but not their names), the setting (prison mansion), and the plot/conflict.
Let me repeat: I read this book a year and a half ago. This is key, because I can't even remember my own name most of the time (Aaron Alba? Burrito Bergh?).
What makes a book stick with me? That's what I asked myself. I suppose everyone will answer that differently. For me, the answer is easy: emotions. But not just any emotions. New, strange, intense emotions.
Wither is a weird story to me, but for some reason it stuck. I haven't read the other books in the series, but I can't seem to escape their pull on me. I don't find myself wanting to know what's going to happen to the main character, I find myself wanting to revisit whatever it was I that felt when I read Wither. And I honestly don't know what I felt.
Is that weird?
Should I get professional help?
Should I go to Chipotle and order extra guacamole to help me cope with this confusion?
I don't generally ask questions on this blog, but I'm curious to see if anyone can relate.
So, can you? Can you relate? Which book(s)?
Answer or I'm sending Katsa after you.