Things My Parents Don't Understand About My Bookish Obsession - Crying Over Books
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Some days, I think my parents think I'm a complete weirdo when it comes to my book obsession. I mean, don't get me wrong, my mom somewhat understands it, because I constantly am shoving new books into her arms for her to read. I actually have a specific bookcase in my room for books I'm wanting her to read next. Seriously.
But there are some points in my bookish life, that my parents just simply don't understand. Viola! A new feature has been born. I'm not sure how often I will post, right now probably whenever I feel like it, but each post will have a certain subject and what my parents do/say regarding said bookish subject. And because I know my dad reads my posts, (HI DAD! LOOK YOU'RE A FEATURE ON MY BLOG...UH, LOVE YOU! :D)
Today, I'm talking about when my parents catch my crying while reading!
Set the scene:
My dad knows I'm a voracious reader. He knows this. He also knows how crazy I am when it comes to Divergent. I was counting down the days until Allegiant released. Literally, I would tell him how many weeks were left until it came out. In fact, I even debated whether or not to pre-order from amazon or wait til the day of to buy it in store with him, and he also helped me call ALL THE BOOKSTORES to find out if any were having a midnight release partty. None were. Shame on you Oklahoma bookstores!
Anywho, the day came. Allegiant was in my hands. So, of course, I subjected my dad to taking pictures of me with said book, like this one...
WEEE! I'm unknowingly jumping in excitement for the book that is going to shatter my soul. Yippeee.
After that picture fest, I locked myself in my room for the day, told my parents NOT to disturb me, because I was finishing this baby today.
CAUTION: Spoilers for Allegiant coming. LOOK AWAY. I warned you!!!
*tears are streaming down my face*
I'm seriously bawling like a freaking baby after closing the last page. WTF.
Thoughts are running crazy through my head, and I desperately NEED to discuss this damn book with someone (this was before I started blogging), but none of my friends had finished it yet, and I couldn't talk to my mom about it, because she was going to read it after me. My only salvation was my dad.
*walks downstairs, stealthily trying to hide sobbing from mother*
I take my dad outside, and tell him that I know he hasn't read this book, but I need someone to talk/rant/cry to about it, and I can't with mom, because she hasn't read it yet. He nods and gestures at me to continue, while he plays Frisbee with Dixie.
And, I just break loose. His eyes were popping out of his head at my outburst. Like I said, I was bawling and so upset over a book. My dad doesn't quite understand this aspect, but God bless him, he let me talk/rant/cry to him until I was all cried out. Of course, he didn't really say anything until I shut up. He thought the ending of Allegiant was bullshit as well.
He may not understand why I sometimes bawl at books, and he may not understand what exactly is going on when I try to explain the book and why it made me cry, but he's the best because regardless of those facts, he still sits there and listens like he cares.
BEST DAD EVER AWARD!!!
So, thank you, Daddy. You rock. Hopefully, this doesn't happen too often, but when/if it does, I know you're there for me, just like you always are. Love you.
(Of course, looking back, I agree with the Allegiant ending. I've come to terms with it, and I agree it was the right ending even if I'm not happy with it. Now I'm kicking myself, because I spoiled the movies for my Dad. Because movies are my Dad and I's thing. Oh well. He's old. Maybe he'll forget!)