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Ella Claire Gainsborough {Beauty} ([info]bookshelved) wrote in [info]bellumletale,
@ 2010-06-12 17:19:00
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[The book is The Life of Pi and it’s left on one of the red-vinyl seat at Les Bijoux, after a back-to-back showing of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, and The Little Mermaid. It is listed on BookCrossing.com within minutes of the shows ending, posted by notafairytale. There is a hand-written letter inside, intentionally tucked between the pages.]

Universe,

It is easier to feel sorry for oneself anonymously, safely tucked between the pages of a book the world has already forgotten, than it is face-to-face with people.

Face-to-face, I’m so concerned about what the people around me want to hear, that I’m seldom honest. It’s only about things that don’t matter - like books and words - that I’m comfortable letting my true opinion come through, and then I overcompensate. It is completely annoying. I have told myself this repeatedly, but myself doesn’t listen. She never does.

If she did listen, she would have stopped pursuing a clearly disinterested man months ago. Why do we do that to ourselves? Lose our self worth in the hope of finding elusive, romantic love? I would blame my favorite novelists for my unrealistic view of men and women, but they had to have their own unrealistic views to write what they did. Maybe we’re all victims of this funny trick of the universe - something intended for survival that we insist on making about other, non-transitory things.

It would explain why I can’t say the truth, what I really think: That I’ve tried so hard.

I’ve written, and I’ve sent things, and I’ve talked, and he was never interested in knowing anything. He didn’t reply, and he didn’t react, and he never asked. So why can’t I just walk away? Why doesn’t the heart listen to the mind? Why does my heart still want this, still hope?

Is it better to listen to the mind or to the heart, which one knows better? Which story is true?

That’s what this book is about.

notafairytale,
BookCrossing.com

P.S. Which story do you think is the real one?


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