Release day! It’s finally here!
For the past seven days you’ve been like this on the outside:
Calm. Cool. Collected.
While on the inside:
It’s coming. It’s coming. It’s cooooooming!!
But now it’s here. You’ve set the day up right.
- Take day off work. CHECK
- Wake up at 11:50 p.m. CHECK
- Grab Kindle. CHECK
- Sneak past husband, children, and the dog. CHECK
- Find the quietest spot in the house to hide. CHECK
- Bring a blanket, water, and on-the-go food. CHECK
- Temporarily erase Facebook app so you don’t accidentally get any spoiler notifications from the fan groups. CHECK
- Anxiously and repeatedly hit the SYNC button on your Kindle until the book shows up. CHECK
- Begin reading. CHECK
- Five and a half hours, two bathroom breaks, one putting-the-book-down-and-hiding-in-the-closet-because-family-came-to-look-for-you later, you’re done.
- You close the book.
- Stare around the room.
- What is this feeling? It’s like you’ve lost your best friend.
- . . . You rub your tired, dry eyes. Take that last sip of water. Hug the Kindle to your chest. Take a deep breath. Nod. Tap the screen and begin re-reading. CHECK.
WHEN YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR FINALLY RELEASED THE RELEASE DATE OF THE NEXT BOOK IN HER SERIES. THE ONE YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR FOOOOOOREVER. AND YOU CAN’T STOP TALKING IN THIS WEIRD, HIGH-PITCHED, OH-MY-GOD-THIS-IS-FINALLY-HAPPENING VOICE (OR WRITING IN ALL SHOUTY-CAPS) BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST THAT EXCITED.
*GIGGLE* I’M SO EXCITED. *SPOKEN IN A SHOUTY-WHISPER*
When the book you’ve been DYING! for, patiently (or impatiently, whatever) waiting agonizing-minute-after-agonizing-minute for, has a sudden new release date . . .
A later release date . . .
A I-don’t-know-how-long-until-it-will-be-out, thank-you-for-your-patience release date . . .
This pretty much sums up my reaction.
So I read a teaser of an upcoming, still-no-release-date novel. My. Life. Is. Hell. I check the author’s website daily – sometimes twice a day – waiting for that magical post that will tell me when I can read the entire novel. I’ve been in a constant state of anxiety-slash-excitement ever since. The teaser’s been in the back of my mind – okay, fine, the front of it – since I finished reading that last tantalizing line. There’s no need to re-read the five pages anymore. I can totally recite it by memory. I dream – sometimes when I’m not even asleep – of how the cliffhanging-teaser could end, knowing that whatever I come up with will in no way compare to the author’s words. Dammit! When is this book coming out?!?! I neeeeeeed it! Almost more than air. I wonder if she’s putting the release date on her Facebook page first . . . Shit! I gotta go.
I was at the mall the other day.
Saw three boys wearing black slacks, white button downs, and black ties.
OMG, that could totally be Kota, Victor, and Luke. Does that mean the Academy really is a real thing?!?
When I spied them again in the parking lot racing to “Kota’s” car, I took a picture. They were really moving, as if they had someplace to be. As if they had Academy business!
I had the strongest desire to follow them so I could meet all the Academy boys! Squee! That would be so totally awesome!
As I sat in my car staring at the picture, a thought drifted in. This could be considered creepy. And possibly illegal because these boys all look (and if they are really, truly from the Academy) underage. And I’m not so much underage anymore…
I deleted the picture.
Regret filled me as I drove home.
I totally should’ve followed them! Maybe I can start staking out the mall. They might return… At some point…
Desperately searching the web for readers who love the books just like you do. You want someone to talk to about the characters because the regular people in your life just think your c-c-crazy.
I woke up from a horrid nightmare the other day. And by nightmare, I mean staring off into space for 5.6 seconds while waiting for the light to turn green.
I had some crazy mental disease. Husband threw me into an institution. (Thanks, Husband. We WILL speak about this later.)
Now, here comes the scary part . . . I couldn’t bring my books.
Like any of them.
No Kindle either.
It was absolutely ghastly. (Just watched Harry Potter, can you tell?) My chest felt tight. I was totally breathing funny. Tears pricked my eyes.
At the next red light I just had to check with Dr. Google. I mean, is this a thing?!? Could this really happen?
To never, ever, EVER, be allowed to read The Ghost Bird series, again?
To never, ever, EVER, learn what happens to Sang or Mr. Blackbourne? (Sigh. Mr. Blackbourne.)
But, thank God, for Dr. Google.
All is good. I’m just a book lover.