| Diary of a Neurotic | ||||||
January 12, 2005
Of recently, I have often been asked why the things I talk about fall into two neat packages labeled ‘love’ and ‘hate’...but no middle path. I find it hard to be indifferent or neutral…how can anyone not be fuelled by passion, excitement, and obsession? Little bits of madness that assure us that we are not dead yet….that there are so many things fascinating….so much to be understood. Right now…I wish I could run around the street, call everyone in the telephone directory, send mass e-mails and tell people that they HAVE to read ‘Maps for Lost Lovers’ because…I’m trembling like an energized battery in an out-of-order machine…I’m incoherent…I’m fascinated once again… For three days I was living and breathing between the pages of the book and as I dreadingly turned the last page I was disentangled from the story…like a balloon floating away from a child’s grasp. The magnetic powers of the writing transport you inside…so that you feel like the picture frame in the scenes…a mute, undetected and non-living spectator. There were times when I would get so lost and engrossed that the present season, weather, time and place would shock me…I slept with the book under my arm fearing that one of the characters would runaway and leave me confused…I clutched it tightly to my heart to let the unfolding of the tale sink in....I choked on the words, their texture so rich and thick that you have to chew on them like gum and even then swallow as a whole and I cried for all the unfortunate events of the characters…. To reveal one inch of the characters or the story would be betrayal…its not just another account of romance….in fact the consequences that are given birth by love stories…all the reviews I’ve ever read have done nothing but gross injustice…and this one must add to the list too. 
(3:24 AM) ~`~
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