I just finished reading World of Normal Boys last night and I felt really depressed afterwards. The story is sad, but what really got me depressed was realising that it was all fiction. I felt so attached to the protagonist, Robin, that I get sad thinking that he’s not real. His existance is only defined within the book and there is no chance that I’ll ever get to know him =( Sigh.
I’m sort of hessitant to start reading the next book, Leave Myself Behind, just because I have a feeling it’s gonna be another emotional roller coaster. I need something lighter damnit! But then again, I think Leave Myself Behind is gonna be a good read so I’ll start it anyway.
So that is me right now, my nights basically involve playing Warcraft and reading before going to bed. I sort of get worried that I might turn into one of those old lonely people who reads romance novels all the time. It’s as if the novel becomes a substitue to their love life. And as most of you know, my love life is… well non-existent… so I do worry. LoL.