The symptoms of falling in love go along the lines of-
- Smiling when you think about the person
- Racing heart
It is because of this, I can declare that I have fallen in love with the work of Nick Hornby! I have so far read four of his seven novels and adored each one thereby I could not recommend them highly enough. His writing is honest and perceptive. Here are a few of his quotations which I, in turn, adore-
“The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don’t need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.”
“People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands – literally thousands – of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.”
“Telling me I can do anything I want is like pulling the plug out of the bath and then telling the water it can go anywhere it wants. Try it, and see what happens.”
It wasn’t that long ago when I was totally resistant towards modern literature- I didn’t want to read the problems and issues of a society, I too, face each day. So I would reside only in the old classics where darker thoughts aren’t delved into too deeply and love is a perfect ending. But after reading Hornby’s novels (as well as the work of Saligner and John Green in particular), I have changed my mind remarkably. I’ve now felt the joys of read characters that I can relate to; that are faces I see in the real world and think about life as it is today.
Before setting off to Iceland last summer, my team and I received a rather lengthy list of items that were ‘necessary’ for our trek.
This itinerary included many seemingly plausible items such as socks, boots and a head torch.
However, what the clever people behind this itinerary seemed to forget was; Iceland, in the Summer, has 24 hours of sunlight.
So… not exactly the sort of place where you’d need to drag around an artificial light!
Yet, in the heat of excitement I purchased everything on the list from painfully pink fleeces to Indiana Jones-styled hats and indeed a useless head torch.
Useless, that is, until I gave the neglected item a different purpose.
Now reading in bed at night doesn’t find me awkwardly positioned in order to somehow gather enough of the room’s light to be able to see, rather, I have become my own source!
I just hope my future spouse doesn’t mind sharing a bed with a weirdo.
(And yes, I know that this post’s title was extremely questionable! But it obviously worked pretty well in grabbing your attention ey? 😉 )
When being let-down becomes almost inevitable it’s easy to believe that you expect too much from the world and the people in it. My life, if it were a novel, never quite fits the cover. Some chapters never end and others don’t get the chance to start.
Maybe I should come with a warning.