“It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and its over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.”
— Rachel Hawkins
07.06.21 Morning in the South Park before the lab - some reading with a lovely view of Oxford. Starting The Fifth Season for a book club this Sunday - I'm very much in two minds about what I expect, there is such an unbelievable amount of hype around this series that I'm almost sure to be disappointed; but also I'm hesitant because I've tried reading The City We Became, thinking that I'd be sure to love it based on the reviews, but ended up DNFing it with a shrug. (I know a lot of people love it, but it just wasn't for me.) Well, I'll try to set all that aside and just see what I think of this one!
Story of my life.
"The same man who lovingly held me during our vacation and told me he couldn’t imagine his life without me now wanted everyone to believe I was a screaming, crazy shrew who had driven him away."
That nonsexual intimacy of just being in each other's spaces, of gravitating towards each other, always subconsciously reaching out to each other. Finding comfort and satisfaction in being close to each other, breathing each other in, existing together.
I control the narrative, I whisper to myself like a lunatic while the characters in the story I'm writing are not following my orders.
I may be a tiny speck of light In the cosmos.But I was not without purpose.
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