When Heaven Becomes Hell or Something Like That

When Heaven Becomes Hell or Something Like That

I have always had an addictive personality I think. Put more positively I guess I would have to say I am passionate. That sounds better!

As a child I read and read and read and that is one passion that remains today.  Back then it was the dreaded Uncle Arthur’s bedtime stories previously mentioned in No! No! Please No More Bedtime Stories!, Trixie Belden, anything by Pearl S. Buck..well the list is endless.

Lately I have blogged on some of my current favs which includes Stephenie Meyer and the whole Twilight thing.  The first I even knew about this series was the six o’clock news sometime ago, which showed a bunch of tweenies lined up to see the first movie.  The minute vampires were mentioned I shut the set off and muttered at great length to myself about the disgusting situation of the world and it’s youth and how no good could come out of the downward spiral society was on.  

That Christmas my daughter-in-law gave me…yup..the first Twilight book.  

So came my Cullen passion and it has not abated.  I have every book including The Short life of Bree Tanner.  I have on my desk top the leaked copy of Midnight Sun which Meyer posted since it was already out there and chose not to finish.  The books are filled with anticipation, mystery and myth.  Her character development is intense and in depth. The set has been a reread again and again seeking out what was said before that hinted at something explained two novels later.

Now my last two weekends have been reading marathons, barely poking my head out of the book, never mind the door.  So today I took myself in hand and sternly made myself go for a walk.  Fresh air – well as fresh as it can be – no books, no iPad, just a good old fashioned walk. No coffee shop because that meant reading and sipping.

I ended up at a mall, and not being a shopper I still entered and practiced the art of browsing, like normal people do, and bookstores were not allowed.  I strolled the whole mall and decided I needed something from Wal-Mart.

For the life of me I can’t remember what it was because as soon as I stepped in the door something unknown took over and stupefied me, and forced me, I swear, to approach a large table with BOOKS.  I could see it coming and reached way down deep, where pure grit resides, to prepare myself.  Why I could handle this.  I would look but not touch.  I would be master of  these insane urges for words, stories, poems, toilet cleaning instructions, anything.

Then I muttered a groan of agony mixed with a liberal dose of the ecstatic.  Before me lay the twilight saga: the official illustrated guide.  The first fifty-five pages are all about how Meyer came to write the story.  A total of five hundred and forty-three pages of history and detail of every character in the series.  I mean EVERY character!

I forced myself to visit my aunt for tea as planned, even though the book in the bag sang to me like a siren.  I forced myself to visit with my sister this evening,  when she arrived as invited, thinking please please just let me look at it. I even made time to read your blogs but now! Now as midnight approaches I am free to look.  

I have made myself promise it would be just a wee peek and I have every confidence that in a short time I can put it down, close the cover, have a normal night sleep, rise in the morning at a decent hour, clean my house, perhaps solve a world problem or two and then treat myself to this delicious demon of addiction.  I am sure I can.  I am. Sure.

22 thoughts on “When Heaven Becomes Hell or Something Like That”

  1. You have the best addiction; a love for the written word. I hope you enjoyed every last minute of your read and I doubt you read a wee bit. 🙂

  2. You are doing just great, but a book lover finds out where to link up and You and I are a lot a like so I knew sharing information with you would be so nice. I am very resourceful and think of others first. Always. Bless you.

  3. Just wanted to let you know that if you type in to Google: I blog for books, they really do freely let you pick a book, send it to you, and all you do is review it. I did my first book. You would love it. Blessings, Jackie

    1. Hi Jackie..I got so excited and tried to sign in but they won’t take anyone outside the US in..but I signed a list so I will be in line when they do let Canucks participate! That whole concept is so cool. I can hardly wait!

  4. Life without reading is like not eating food. I need books and knowledge. Loved your post. ¯`*•.¸,¤°´`°¤,¸.•*´¯)(¯`*•.¸,¤°´`°¤,¸.•*´¯)
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  5. heh heh. As a fellow book addict, I so relate to this! My best friend and I spent a month in Europe a few years ago and she would not let me go into a bookstore. But ha ha hah, we met her cousin at a tea shop in London and yep, it was connected to a bookstore. So I let them visit while I browsed and picked up a great book on the anecdotal history of the Thames River. There is always a way!
    Enjoy! Housekeeping is not going anywhere, it will wait and wait for you.

    1. That’s great! When I was in Canterbury wandered into a book store where I could smell the genius..hardest hinge I ever did was having to walk out. Could have been there for years!

  6. Books, books, glorious books. There is a lady who does a web series, I found quite interesting. Over time I “friended” her on Facebook. Her daughter, a multi talented young lady, had posted a drawing of a young girl and books. The books were the actual “everything” in the picture: chair, fireplace, etc…. But burning, in the fireplace… were books. It was so intriguing to me. We are entering in to an era where “books” won’t have the same meaning for our children, as they have for us. It makes me sad. I share your joy and passion!!!! for the books of our lives. BTW, I was at a flea market on Sunday and guess what I came across? UNCLE ARTHUR!!! I had not heard of him until I read your blog . I couldn’t make myself buy them! But I was tempted to just so I could tell you I had them! 🙂

    1. Yikes! Uncle Arthur is still out there..??? I know what you mean about the world of books changing and while I also read ebooks there is just not the same feeling as holding something that comes alive with the turn of a page and you can hold close for comfort!

  7. There is many things in life we are addicted to some good some bad. Some people to drinking some drugs and some to work lol. But always remeber (someone wise once told me) If you enjoy what you are doing and you are not harming your self or other around maybe your reading is a gift and not an addiction. So go to libraryville and enjoy yourself.

  8. Chris – just think what else you could be addicted to. This can’t be all bad but it can be devilish to avoid just taking a peep at that new book. And I just love the smell of a new book. Being the first to read those words and know they are there just for me.
    When I moved I gave away many books but kept those dearest to me. I said that from here on I would use the library and not buy any more books. I am now addicted to the library – and they serve fantastic coffee in their cafe. But today I just couldn’t stay away from the local bookstore. The only reason I didn’t succumb was not will power but a friend who suggested coffee. I wonder if that is how an alcoholic feels when he/she is rescued by a friend.

    1. I know what you mean Judith..that first thrill of the turn of a page. You friend did rescue you! And thank goodness for libraries. I also like finding old books in stores and try to imagine who and what kind of person had them previously. My sisters and friends keep circulating new reads gradually passing them on. Than goodness that unlike an alcoholic we worst that can happen is that we get smarter,

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