Dex And Em, Em And Dex

I finished this book about two weeks ago, but I just haven't had the time to comment about it. The day after finishing it, I impulsively made the quick decision to watch the movie with a good friend. Yeah, the book was that good. (seeing as how completely new movie deprived I am- I am always out of the loop on newness)

Anyway, this book has made it onto my top favorite books list. You know, the absolute favorites, I'm talking about top 5, although my collection of favorites is expanding by the moment. The tops include those such as The Bell Jar, Suki Kim's The Interpreter, Paint It Black, and The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets, those are like the absolute favorite favorites that I reread all the time so much that I often wear out the binding, covers, and pages.

Anyway, this book left me with a feeling of heartbreaking longing. It was just so beautiful- the concept and character development I mean. I stayed up all night reading and then finishing it because I just did not want to put it down, and then I laid down on my bed wide awake, just thinking about it in complete awe and bittersweet sentimentality, completely just blown away by the turn of events for a good 15 if not more minutes. It's like when after you walk out of seeing a really good movie at the theaters for the first time, yeah, that good. It doesn't hurt that I have quite a fondness for Jim Sturgess after watching and hearing his beautiful voice in Across the Universe a long time ago. I don't kid when I say that I would in a heartbeat so rather choose someone who could sing rather than dance well, if could at all. You can't really trust a good dancer, because they're good, and they know it too. I'm a sucker for a sweet voice and if he's a clumsy dancer at that, well then I think that would be even more endearing. I think it's because of the whole words being so important to the female gender- and to me especially.

Back to the subject, David Nicholls seriously knew what he was doing to pull at my all too empathetic heart strings. As it has emerged, I have evolved and become a person who cries all too easily now, at anything that manages to easily get to me. Odd, but comfortably embraced. Beneath my diamond-like tough exterior resides the truth of me- a soft realness that is more sensitive and fully stubborn than she ever wants to let on.

But anyway, so amazing that I needed to comment. And as I am back from Hawaii as of late last night, back on the grind of loathsome reality to try and tap into my full greatness.