The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. Illustrated by Chris Riddell.
To one of the greatest children books I've ever read that made me sob like nobody's business (see what I did there...), the book that made me realize change is inevitable and only those who are flexible will survive the world, the book that made me appreciate children's books even more than I did before.
Also, the version I had was illustrated by one of my fave illustrators, so bravo, Char! For not keeping it. I was absolutely nuts.
Reality is an illusion and I constantly tell myself that everything shall come to pass.
But it's so difficult.
I'm struggling every day.
I begin to feel light-headed due to all the odd hour sleeps.
I wish I had the nonchalant attitude towards things like Bod did. It didn't matter if he was in the life threatening situations, he still breezed through it.
He SURVIVED.
I begin to question if I really want to survive anymore.
If I were Bod, I hope my Silas would appear soon. Then again, maybe I don't want my Silas to come along because I won't be able to bear the separation later on. Mentor, where art thou...
I think what hit the hardest was how much the story reminded of me of Lucy's sister and her inability to return to Narnia. When we grow up and shed our childhood in exchange for adulthood, everything changes. And it's a scary change.
I fear this kind of change.
Living like a stranger in what you thought was your home doesn't exactly help either.
I'm tired.
Practice what you preach,
because what you actually practice
may not be what you preach
I've never felt so much disgust for a person in my life before.
What is this bitter metallic taste.
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