How are you? Have you had a meal yet?
I sure hope you did. All these new fangled diets and the need to be body beautiful... It simply makes you an ugly person.
Yes, yes, you'll rock a hot body and be the epitome of physical beauty and all that, but really now. Does it matter? Does it matter to you that you are in constant need of attention? Does your conscious need all that external affirmation to make you happy?
I've always believed that happiness starts from within. You don't need self help books, or motivational speeches, or external affirmation to make you live at peace.
....... Okay fine, maybe you do. A barracuda swimming in a bathtub is all that I will accept at this point. No more, no less.
I was in New York the other day when I finished my book. The lobby was dimly lit, the decor was gaudy as the furnishings, and the staff were as cold as the frigid weather outside.
It's a wonder how the hotel can still maintain its occupancy at the rate it's going.
That aside however, I was in the lobby in full regalia while waiting to go to the bus when I read the final pages of my book. Upon closing the pages, the only thing i wanted to do was dive into the turbulent Parisian countryside that Nina George has painted. I now use turbulent sparingly, for the environment does have its own idyllic moments.
Painting a character was never my strongest suit. It constantly amazes me how an author can put so much life and history into a person who isn't even real, a person who lives inside the pages of a book and exists in your head.
Shall I mention that Jean Perdu (the main character the story revolves around) is incredibly sexy and a noteworthy silver fox?
Moving on.
While I was stoning downstairs, one by one the other FA's begin to pop out of the lift and made a straight beeline for the front desk to check out. After the first few obligatory hello's, I drifted back into Nine George and the comforting existence of Perdu.
"Hello Gigi."
She sat down and we both talked about what we did in the city. She - friends, forgetting, and fine dining. Me - books, boots, and boys.
I was still holding on the book when she asked me about what I was reading.
Normally the book would go straight back into my bag once I spot a fellow colleague, hidden from view and the persona of the Affable Butler up in full force.
Today was not one of those days.
Instead, I gave her the book and suggested that it might help with what was going on in her life.
Allow me to tell you this, dear readers. I am not one to simply give my books away. They are cherished treasures. Keepsakes of memories and of my love to the world. My lovers, my enemy, and my dreams. My escape, my source of happiness, my reprieve from evil. Books is what keeps me grounded and sane. And to give one away.. That takes alot.
But yes, give away one I did. The book has brought me contentment to my life. A well put anathema for my sorrows. Nothing could begin to describe how it felt to give it away. To share such happiness was remarkably easy. Saying "see you later book" was easier.
I knew I'd see the book again. And I also know for a fact that I would see her again, be it years, days, or weeks to come. That thought was good enough for me to be able to let the book out of my hands and into the safety of another.
This got me thinking : If books can provide a remedy to ailments that has no proper medical cure, why not share the love? I've been relying on books for years to make me happy, perhaps it's time for me to start giving it back.
So, my sad angel of the skies, you are the first of many in my effort to make the world a happier place.
Though truly I can't fix all of the problems, I can still sit and talk to you. And observe, and watch, and listen to you. Lend you a tissue perhaps to dry your tears, or give you a pillow to scream in.
If books isn't your thing, do worry. You just relax and understand this one thing :
You, my readers, are simply wonderful.
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