I have to go in less than an hour and I haven't had lunch yet, and here I am, restless and dead worried again, my heart beating fast, all because of this book. Unfortunately, it is not as if I hadn't seen the film, so it can't be a tabula rasa for me, or terra incognita, if you prefer that. On the other hand, I'm glad I know some of what's going to happen, because I can be prepared beforehand. I'm glad they left out the hardest parts in the film, such as the thing with Henry's feet, and the Gomez thing. He was much more sympathetic in the film.
There are about 65 pages left, and I think I could finish it tonight, but then I would be left somehow empty without it. Without Henry. It must be terrifying to know you will die. It all feels much crueler than when Harry Potter died because there was always hope and love. Well, but then if I don't finish it I might not be able to sleep in comfort.
It might sound crazy but I'm really tangled up in this book. I truly believe that a good book is like a companion. You take it with you, talk to it, you breathe it, whatever. And even if you share this experience, it always remains a place no-one can follow you to. I wish I knew how all those people who are just names to me on the cover of a book make it to become a review writer or what.
All right, I think I'll come back with something thorougher next time. Perhaps the thing that makes reading it so dramatic is Yo-Yo Ma playing Bach cello suites in the background. But then, it is probably the most beautiful music on earth.
P.S. Title taken from "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield, a song our high school English teacher gave us as a graduation present.
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