Alright, so I have decided to do my Allegiant post now while I am semi-okay.
Why do I do this to myself? Why do I read these books when I know what that will do to me afterwards?
I am so emotionally attached to [fictional] characters, people, animals, and anything else you could think of. I am also very sensitive. I cry to parts of a movie that aren't even that sad. Yes, I am a crier. I cry and when I do, it is not pretty. Last night, while\when I finished this book, I cried so much. I sobbed. I was hyperventilating. I. was. CRYING. That was the hardest I have cried in a very long time.
I keep telling myself, even though it doesn't work, it is just a book. It's just a book, it's just a book. None of it is real. But that's not true. It is much, much more than "just a book". I fell in love with this series. I grew with the characters. I smiled when the character(s) smiled, I cried when it was time to cry for\with them, and I died right along with them. So don't tell me, not even myself, that it is just a book. I lived and died another life, just like all the other books I have read and will read. Like in that quote when it says: "A reader lives a thousand lives."
I just lived another life and it won't be my last.
And with that; I shall go cry and mourn until I am satisfied with the ending of this book, which won't be for a very long time or ever. *sniffles* I-it's over... OVER. *flashback of when I started loving these books* good times... good times...
I have no idea how to rate this book. I loved it and hated it. Part of me wishes I never read it. Veronica Roth, what have you done to me? O.o
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p.p.s. *SOBS* I am emotionally unstable. O-O