THAT BOOK, YES, THAT ONE

I finally got around to reading The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake. I finished it in ~5 hours, and it was a pretty huge book. I missed doing that and I missed the adrenalin rush you feel when you just want to devour the book in one go, as if taking a rest will cause the magic to disappear. The long night was worth it, though. I had an incredible time with it and I really miss Rose.

I love it when a book "gets personal" with me, if you know what I mean. I think reading is a very personal experience. You will never understand or feel the meaning of any reading material unless it's in your own hands, unless you're reading it. That's probably why I never actually read reviews. Reviews are always helpful in expanding your ideas, but when it goes down to it, it's the emotions the book was capable of sparking from you that matter. I dare say, not what the standards conceive it to be. 

When you read a book, you need to trust your own gut feeling because if you don't, then you haven't thoroughly gained the most of what the book offers. That is why, I think, reading is one of those very few experiences in life that should never be plagued or invaded by others' influence. When you read something, that experience should be your own, you should claim it as yours for taking, and no one else's. I think that is how reading a book becomes worth it and parting with its characters becomes bittersweet.

Here's to hoping we all get to read more books this year that will make us pause in awe and wonder. Crossing my fingers. Enjoy the rest of your day!