I got lost in Sevenwaters again.

I let a girl borrow one of my all time favorite books. It almost pained me to hand it over, because suddenly, I desperately wanted to read it. We did a swap, and I quickly finished hers, and awaited the return of mine.. I held hers as a silent ransom until she returned my treasure.

A month passed and she didn't crack the cover. Thankfully she returned it and of course I started that day. It's been a while since I read it and started from the beginning. Once again, I was engulphed in the tale, and bitter when real life demanded my attention.

I'm so impressed with the well crafted tale. Good characterization, strong female character, and a journey that is riddled with possibility. I hit that point, that blessed point that grabs me that I can't even consider putting it down. Time doesn't exist and I read into the night. While I did not have to do the task that was required of my heroine, I joined her in her pains, her sorrows, and the silence that was imposed upon her. I have an ache inside that demands I continue. I have to remind myself to put down the book, to unclench my jaw and that I wasn't bound by this quest and could-in fact-speak.

I realize and fully admit that I am a sap for a good love story, but there has to be a good quest alongside. Anything else is closer to nonsensical. And of course, the girl doesn't even catch on until she's about to leave. Silly females, silly fools.

3 days later, I've finished it again. Have I mentioned I've read it a few times? I have. And it grabs me every time. How interesting. I think I might start the next one.

Oh the joy of a good book..

This is a print by Melissa Nucera that makes me think of my book. It's currently my desktop.