hello, I know I haven’t posted in ages, I’m sorry bout that. well, I’m posting because I am now incredibly sad and.. yeah well, just sad. like seriously. supersuper sad.
I reread The Pact, which is by far Jodi Picoult’s best book EVER. Usually I find that her books seem a little forced. A little like she is forcibly stuffing in social problems. And they’re usually farfetched. But The Pact is amazing. Seriously. It made me sob. Its super super super sad ):
“Don’t you see?” Chris said, trying to keep the tears out of his voice. “Don’t you understand what you’d be doing to me?”
“I’m not doing it to you,” Emily answered softly. “I’m doing it for me.”
Chris stared at her.
“What,” he said, “is the difference?”
“My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?”
“How could he convey to someone who’d never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?”
“Do you know what it’s like to love someone so much, that you can’t see yourself without picturing her? Or what it’s like to touch someone, and feel like you’ve come home? What we had wasn’t about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you’ve got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along.”
okay I have no idea how I’m gonna sleep now. I’m like overloaded with sadness ): anyway, if you didn’t get the very strong hint, GO READ THE BOOK. tyvm.