I read this great book in which I fell in love with the characters and became thoroughly attached to them and what happened?
It ended.
Just like that.
And you know what, I can't move on.
I'm ruined.
(Warning: Plot spoiler included)
The culprit of my broken reading aspirations is a seemingly innocent-looking book that goes by the name of "Friday Night Knitting Club" by Kate Jacobs.
Pretty unassuming right?
Well it got me hook, line and sinker.
Firstly, I have always had a deep-seated affection for knitting. Now, I don't know how-to knit necessarily, but I still love the idea of it and once every few months I take up my needles to try and learn all over again. I'm always foiled by casting on though, so the first step basically.
Anyway, I digress.
I found the idea of sitting down in a cozy, little shop in New York, knitting and talking to my girl pals endlessly enchanting.
Soon, I started to identify with the main character.
As in, I felt she was the fictional, literary equivalent to myself.
Yes, I do tend to do this when any character in a book has curly hair.
But, this went so much deeper than that, let me tell you.
She had personality traits and weaknesses that I feel like I have sometimes.
Even the way she handled situations was how I imagined I would too.
Soul mates, I know.
Except she has her soul mate in the book.
He sounds smoldering: Tall, dark, handsome, the whole nine yards.
Except he was also a Grade A a** hole who you think should probably never get another chance, but then again the heart wants what the heart wants and sometimes you can't always do what is reasonable (another notion I think I need to take to heart more often).
Needless to say, I was with Georgia, the main character, the whole way.
She is working to get her life on track through the whole book.
Her business is growing, she is growing, her life is coming together and we are all happy.
Twenty pages or so left and I am contently expecting a happy ever after.
What happens???
She dies!
Just like that.
She has cancer and dies and I'll be honest, I cried.
This girl was my soul mate and she was finally getting it all when life cuts her down.
I felt just as adrift as the other characters.
Then, we are given ten pages for closure.
I didn't feel closure in ten pages.
So I finished the book, still upset mind you, and gave myself a week or so before beginning a new one, because I mean, you can't just move on after an event like that.
You have to give yourself some time.
Well, I couldn't do it.
I got a quarter of the way through and felt like I just wasn't connecting with it so I stopped.
I never stop books halfway through. I always finish them.
I reasoned that maybe that book just wasn't my cup of tea, so I started another.
Same exact thing happened.
And again.
Three completely different books that I'm sure ordinarily I'd enjoy reading, stopped prematurely because I was disinterested.
Ms. Jacobs has set the bar too high I fear.
The only reasonable solution is for me to buy all of her books and hope she doesn't stop writing for a long time.
I should inform her PR people of this highly-sensitive matter.
So, there's my story.
You might think I sound like a complete nutter, but my fellow readers understand.
Sometimes books just strike a chord.
This one certainly did.
I wish you all happy reading.
I'm gonna go look for another book by Kate Jacobs.
Love to all!
xoxoxox
(Warning: Plot spoiler included)
The culprit of my broken reading aspirations is a seemingly innocent-looking book that goes by the name of "Friday Night Knitting Club" by Kate Jacobs.
Well it got me hook, line and sinker.
Firstly, I have always had a deep-seated affection for knitting. Now, I don't know how-to knit necessarily, but I still love the idea of it and once every few months I take up my needles to try and learn all over again. I'm always foiled by casting on though, so the first step basically.
Anyway, I digress.
I found the idea of sitting down in a cozy, little shop in New York, knitting and talking to my girl pals endlessly enchanting.
Soon, I started to identify with the main character.
As in, I felt she was the fictional, literary equivalent to myself.
Yes, I do tend to do this when any character in a book has curly hair.
But, this went so much deeper than that, let me tell you.
She had personality traits and weaknesses that I feel like I have sometimes.
Even the way she handled situations was how I imagined I would too.
Soul mates, I know.
Except she has her soul mate in the book.
He sounds smoldering: Tall, dark, handsome, the whole nine yards.
Except he was also a Grade A a** hole who you think should probably never get another chance, but then again the heart wants what the heart wants and sometimes you can't always do what is reasonable (another notion I think I need to take to heart more often).
Needless to say, I was with Georgia, the main character, the whole way.
She is working to get her life on track through the whole book.
Her business is growing, she is growing, her life is coming together and we are all happy.
Twenty pages or so left and I am contently expecting a happy ever after.
What happens???
She dies!
Just like that.
She has cancer and dies and I'll be honest, I cried.
This girl was my soul mate and she was finally getting it all when life cuts her down.
I felt just as adrift as the other characters.
Then, we are given ten pages for closure.
I didn't feel closure in ten pages.
So I finished the book, still upset mind you, and gave myself a week or so before beginning a new one, because I mean, you can't just move on after an event like that.
You have to give yourself some time.
Well, I couldn't do it.
I got a quarter of the way through and felt like I just wasn't connecting with it so I stopped.
I never stop books halfway through. I always finish them.
I reasoned that maybe that book just wasn't my cup of tea, so I started another.
Same exact thing happened.
And again.
Three completely different books that I'm sure ordinarily I'd enjoy reading, stopped prematurely because I was disinterested.
Ms. Jacobs has set the bar too high I fear.
The only reasonable solution is for me to buy all of her books and hope she doesn't stop writing for a long time.
I should inform her PR people of this highly-sensitive matter.
So, there's my story.
You might think I sound like a complete nutter, but my fellow readers understand.
Sometimes books just strike a chord.
This one certainly did.
I wish you all happy reading.
I'm gonna go look for another book by Kate Jacobs.
Love to all!
xoxoxox
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