30 March 2010

It Was Inevitable

I snatched it from my mailbox on the way out the door. I couldn't wait to get started as it stared at me from the van's center console. At the first stoplight, I flipped to the right page. I had only a moment to read the first line. IT WAS INEVITABLE. I had read a passage from the book a while ago and was instantly enthralled. I must have this story. That one passage created a world for me, one that I had to learn everything about, one I was hoping would not disappoint. There is always that chance of the one passage being everything that was good about the story without leaving anything good for the hundreds
of other pages left to read. That first line did not disappoint. The first line alone was worth the postage and the time spent waiting for the book to arrive. It had again captured my head in just the same way that the first passage had.
At the next red light I read a little more, starting at the beginning to soak it in once again. IT WAS INEVITABLE: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. I knew I was in for it. A book I once again had to finish, one I would read to the exclusion of all others, to the exclusion of everything else. And there I would find a whole new world that would stay with me forever and characters that exude those qualities I desire to possess.

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