“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”
– Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
Yesterday, while I was at the library, I finished rereading one of my favorite books, The Lover’s Dictionary by David Levithan. This is the same author that I quoted in one of my notes for you. The Lover’s Dictionary is his only book for adults at the moment. I’m never really in the mood to ever reread because my to-read pile is just daunting. So the other night, when I felt like rereading The Lover’s Dictionary, I got to it straight away.
I am quite anal about writing in books. I don’t do it. But The Lover’s Dictionary is one of those books that needs to be marked. When I read it, I literally keep a pad of post-its right next to me. Reading it for the second time was a completely different experience. I only had five post-it flags when I read it the first time. The second time around, I probably flagged twice or three times the amount. There were just so many passages that reminded me of you.
It was hard for me to read The Lover’s Dictionary straight through because I just wanted to stop at the end of a passage and daydream.
The Lover’s Dictionary is a book told in definitions. Basically, David Levithan is trying to make a point that in a way, every word in the dictionary has something to do with love.
This was one of the words that reminded me of you:
Caitlin says I’m probably over-analyzing but I don’t think I am. Fine, I’ll bring up the Katy Perry metaphor again. I feel like if it’s just the two of us, I can talk to him a lot easier than when adding a certain friend into the equation. Which sucks. Yeah, he’s hot and then he’s cold. Maybe they’re just better friends? I did just start talking to him less than a week ago. But I admit that I’m jealous of the attention that she gets. But maybe he actually is flirting with her? But then again, we were totally joking around during lunch today.
Okay, I’m over-analyzing. But still.
If I could portray my life as is into a book right now, it would so totally fit with Anna and the French Kiss. And I’m not saying this just because author Stephanie Perkins is made of awesome and that I’m completely in love with the book, but right now, I can totally relate with Anna. Boys with accents, exploring the city (New York, not Paris in my case), friends, that awkward moment where you think your friend likes the same boy, etc, etc. But in my case, I totally feel like Mer. Which totally sucks. Because we all (okay, maybe not everyone has read Anna) know how the story ends. Anna gets the boy masterpiece. And if I’m Mer, I’ll be stuck alone. Again.
Sigh this is depressing. I’ll go back to reading Anna and not think about the fact that I’m Mer-in-real-life. Pretending to be Anna is much more fun.
… Or maybe I’m just feeling overly hormonal since I’m not being regulated anymore. Oh geez.
Oh, and one more thing: why am I blabbing everything about my personal life on the blogosphere? Am I insane? … No my hormones are just out of control. Sigh. Okay, time for homework.