However, I didn't save this one book for me; I was done with it. Instead I saved it because I knew one day I would be passing it along to someone else. Who that person was, I wasn't sure, but someday someone would want to read this book, and I wanted to be able to pass it on.
It was my book on the quarterlife crisis. I've actually mentioned this book before:
I ended up in a bookstore one afternoon and in the dollar bin was a book about said quarterlife crisis and I bought it. When I get home, I open up the book and read about the author. She was a perky blonde who's my age living in Washington and working for the White House. This is her second book. "Eff this girl!" I screamed at her picture. She embodies everything I wanted for myself. That girl doesn't know crap about what it feels like to do everything right in life and to stare in the mirror and see a loser. I took a marker out of my night stand and drew all over her face. I'm a courtly lover of books: I won't crack the spine or dog-ear the pages. I won't do anything to destroy the pristine beauty of a book; I love them too much to deface them. I drew over her picture like hell. This was how much I hated her.
And when I pulled the book off my shelf last night, because it is finally time to pass it along, I noticed that I had written in this book. I was so depressed when I initially read it that I had scribbled my angsty arguments all over the margins in a terrible scrawl: one that develops when you've either been out of school or out of work for far too long.
In a new light, I read my angst and howled with laughter.
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On some dude saying how awesome it is asking his parents for advice:
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And my personal favorite:
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I can only hope the next reader will do me proud.
1 comments:
I shall!
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