Reading

okay, so yesterday I finished the third Bartimaeus book (Ptelomy's Gate) and it was wonderful!! it did leave me feeling kind of empty, though. which leads me to a sad thought that I have had.


All of the people I love from fiction, wouldn't have given me a second glance. I try to tell myself that I really shouldn't mind, and that, in most cases I would prefer it this way, but it still manages to depress me. Dustfinger wouldn't care. Athos would detest me. Marius wouldn't even see me. Levin... who knows what Levin would do. Sam and Sydney are just about the only ones who I could really talk with, and that makes me sad, because Sydney is dead. Sam is just about the only one I can think of and be happy, but even then, it is but a passing whim, and in the end, I just roll over, and think of something else. Oh, I am too sentimental. what does it really matter, I tell myself in the morning. they are fictional characters! nothing more! but there's the hitch. they aren't just fictional characters. they are real, and I love them all. No wonder all those books are classics.