We only got one chance for this

I finally finished reading 19 minutes by Jodi Picoult. I guess it’s been about a month since I last checked it out of Ms.Robbins library. The first week, I read halfway the next week I read a bit but it was my laziness fault that I didn’t finish it. The week after that, I put it aside because of no time. I had to finish my picture book. And now this week I managed to get back on track. And you know I’m kind of glad it’s all over. I can finally search the library for a new fresh book.  And I could learn something entirely different.

Most people will be unhappy and maybe crying when a book finishes. All the words in that book are read and there is no more left. Something terrible had to happen in that book for it to finish. I feel the same way. But yet I put that feeling away. I wrap it up real nice and open the bag with the happy feeling. I want to feel glad. Because if it were never to finish I will never begin another book. And although it’s impossible to read all the books on earth, I still want to read as many books as I can.

And maybe I didn’t read harry potter because of this. I was scared, that if I took a lot of time on reading those big gigantic books I will miss many other great books in my life. And I will never get to read those books.  And I’m still scared. But still I know one of this days I would read the whole harry potter series. I would do this before dead stops me. If we are dead we will never come back to live to resolve our problems. We only got one chance for this.

And that’s why I feel bad for taking so long on this book. It’s not I don’t love it because I do. It’s that I want to give the next book a chance too. And now I will try to get back on track because I missed a great 500 pages long book. And instead of reading two books per month I will read three books this month.

The happiness is exploding inside of me. It can’t hold much longer. I’m wishing right now that I were in a big library. Where all the books in the world are there. And I stay there for the rest of my life reading every single one of them. I’m happy after I finish a book, when finally say “oh my god this is the greatest book in the world” close it, and move on to the next one. I do this again and again as a cycle. And the only thing that could stop this cycle is dead.