I love books.
I love reading and getting lost in the magic of words and the play of imagination every little phrase can induce.
Yet i barely have time for them anymore =( and as saddening as that fact is, i still can’t help myself and buy a new book every now and then where it’s left to pill in a corner until i am able to steal some time off and lose myself in it for hours end.
And every once in a while, i come across a book that leaves me reeling in my thoughts, shell shocked for a moment and then left speechless for the next hour or so.
And this happened just approximately 2 hours ago as i closed the final cover page of Beatrice and Virgil by Yann Martel.
Yup,
Remember Life of Pi? that really messed up book of the bengal tiger, orang utan, boy and the rest on a boat?
HAHAHA.
I should have known but noooooo, the story started out sweet and innocent and then reared it’s head and slapped me back in the face at the end .______.
And now i am swirling in a whirlpool of confusion and messed up thoughts and disturbing images in my head D=
GAHHH!!
Okay just had to say that.
But it was a good book. A lil draggy in the middle but the ending saved it. SOMEWHAT.
If you like stuff like that =X






































