Good Books are Bliss

I've been taking a break from writing, since I wrote 6,000 words on Saturday. I think I deserve the break. Instead, I've been reading. I read Succubus Shadows by Richelle Mead in about 2 days because it was so amazing.

Like I said when I talked about Bethany Griffin's Handcuffs, I'm not a book reviewer and I don't know how to be. So this is way unofficial, but I hope you still enjoy it:

The Georgina Kincaid series is one of my favorites from Richelle Mead. I love Vampire Academy, and the Eugenie Markham books have a very different feel to them, and stand out from the crowd of books that all read the same story in different ways. But the Georgina books are my favorite. I love Georgina; she's smart, witty, funny, and she has good intentions - despite being one of Hell's minions. She still wants to do good and that's awesome.

Succubus Shadows was one of my favorites in the series. I don't want to give too much away, but there's a big chunk of the book where Ms. Mead allows us to get a glimpse into what life was life for Georgina over the years, leading up to present day. There's some closer with Seth, which I'm sure everyone was dying for. But I'm also very suspicious now of some people and some things. And I seriously can't wait for the next book. I don't know if I CAN wait. The cliffhanger at the end of Shadows was just as taunting as the cliffhanger that Heather Brewer places at the end of Eleventh Grade Burns.

I think, once the final book is out, I'll probably reread every single Georgina book in a row. Sound like a plan? Awesome :)

Next up: Gayle Forman's If I Stay. I'm only 80 pages in, but this book is both amazing and heartbreaking and funny and sad - all at once. I find myself wondering what I would do if I was in Mia's position. And it's brought tears to my eyes. At least twice. It's a fast-paced, easy read, and so far I can't put it down. If it weren't for homework, I WOULDN'T put it down. But - sigh - I must try and get some more homework done before bed.

One last thing before I wrap up. I just want to say that reading a good book is bliss. It's comforting. You become one with the story and the characters, and you feel their pain; you smile when they're happy; you cry when they're hurt. And once you finish the book, it feels like a small piece of you is gone. Some days, I finish a book and I can't seem to get into whatever new book I start right away, because I'm so fixated on the previous book.

Am I the only one who feels this way? Am I totally insane, or does someone else feel this way, too?

Anyway. Homework. Ew. Maybe I'll take a quick shower first, to wake myself up. Then homework.

Until Next Time
Meredith