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32. The Secret Diaries of Miss. Miranda Cheever, Julia Quinn

So indeed it has been a while since last I posted. That happens sometimes. I fall out of reading. It rarely happened in high school, but probably it happened more frequently in college. It wasn't that I didn't have time, I just didn't want to. Which, the first time it occurred, was so weird to me. I had never not wanted to read before. I realized soon I could rely on several books to bring me back; and so when I stopped reading and realized I stopped reading I'd grab one of these and it would kick start it for me.

Anyhooo, this wasn't an instance were I sought a trusted novel, I started with one I'd never read before. And of course, liked it very much. I usually do the first one back, because I remember the love of reading.

I have never so much related to a character before as in this novel. For example, she was an observer, she watched people. She dislikes idle chatter (if you've met me for longer than 5 minutes chances are I've asked you if you believe in soul mates or who you love) but most importantly she was unrequitedly in love with our hero. And I must say Miss. Julia nailed it. She must have been at some point, because people who haven't stare at you with confusion and wonder constantly why you just don't move on, for two years now thank you very much. A particular passage that struck a cord:

Miranda kept trying to convince herself that she didn't [love him]. That it had all been a schoolgirl crush. That she was in the habit of thinking herself in love with him. That's all it was. But then he would do something utterly loathsome, like smile, and all her hard work flew out the window, and she had to start anew. One day it would stick. One day she would wake up and realize it had been two days of sensible Nigelless thought. And then three ... and then four ...

sigh. anyway as I've said about unrequitted love, even if the person (our hero Nigel Turner) some how ends up with the heroine, it's probably going to be an uneven relationship. And while I think the end of this novel dragged a bit, I like that she explores this issue. That whole, I can love you enough for the both of us is crap. Your heart will just continue to break a little each day, if you get the ole i love spending time with you. So that was interesting until the completely unrealistic ending (SPOILER ALERT) of him proclaiming his love every second of the day.

So while I liked it (it was full of Julia's bouncy cutesy writing) and certainly related more to the character than almost any other that I've read, I didn't love it.

On a sidenote though, how great is reading? Reading is the only form of entertainment that I physcially react to the emotions, I feel pangs (usually when jealousy is evoked.) I feel like with movies and TV sometimes they make you cry because of the plot. Like someone who has terminal cancer falls in love with a bad boy who marries her before she dies. But you're so in the characters' heads in books. It's very wonderful.

Anyway hope it won't be another 2 months til my next post :D