Two weekends ago now, I read the lovely, lovely book “Eleanor & Park” – and if you haven’t read it, please, stop reading this post, and go get started. Everything about it touched my heart, the experiences in it both completely foreign and entirely relatable. I gorged on it, stealing moments to read a chapter here and there, finishing it in a weekend.
Which was all well and good, but now I find myself unable to appreciate anything else I try. I read “Stargirl” – which was definitely a solidly Good Book – but I couldn’t help longing for Eleanor’s brand of weirdness every time Stargirl spoke. I’ve started “Paper Towns”, and I can tell it’s going to be great, but I’m feeling the words wash over me instead of taking root. I’d better set it aside until Eleanor and Park have died down a bit in my heart.
I can’t help but feeling a bit miffed at those two – leave it to a book to ruin me for reading!
Maybe some non-fiction…