July 14, 2011

• R.I.P Lolita

  

  There is no sadder way to wake up than to find your best friend..your confidant ripped up into shreds laying on your bedroom floor. This is how I woke up this morning, and I’ll be honest. I’m completely and utterly devastated.

  Lolita was a good book who’s life ended way too soon. She was a book that I had hoped to have forever. Lolita was one of those rare treasures you only find once every blue moon. I loved her from start to finish. I was captured by her from the very first sentence that graced not only my eyes, but my mind. She was a heart wrenching story, one that made me feel disbelief every time I read it. There was such a great amount of passion in that book, a passion that not many books have anymore.

  Lolita was one of those books that I’ve only dreamed to have in the big, fancy, personal library that would be in my future Victorian mansion. It was the book I would read by a cozy fire on a cold winter’s night, or read in a canoe on a sparkling lake under an umbrella on a summer afternoon. Lolita was one of those great books that would share space with only the greatest books ever written.

  I know many might think I would be sparing a lot of my heartache if I just replaced my now broken book with one that is brand new. But you see…it’s not the same. So many moments I shared with my book, and so many memories. The tears I shed on that book, the mutual understanding of emotions that seemed to connect my heart with this inanimate object…it’s simply irreplaceable.

  I bid you adieu Lolita. May your many memories with me be cherished forever.

  

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