I find the way books are made from words which form pictures in your head strange. Like you form real emotional attachments to the people in them and all they are are words! I guess the same happens in movies, but books even more so because they take up weeks of your life, not just hours. And they’re made from WORDS! Samantha’s now gonna accuse me of talking crap on tumblr but that is only because she doesn’t understand my brilliant thoughts :P
Anyway. I just read this and it made me laugh and cry and the end is sooo frustrating but I LOVED IT and wanted to throw it out my window both at the same time. I guess it’s technically a love story but it’s more about the people and their lives and you get to know them so well. I think I miss them. I miss people that are made of words! Worrying.
