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 your love of a series has lead you to reading fan fiction because you just can’t wait for the new release, and OH MY GOD when is it coming out?!?
It only takes you days (because who really needs to sleep?) to exhaust every single Wattpad story out there and have no choice but to start reading the true series over again only to find out you have a small problem.
You suddenly can’t remember what is canon and what is fiction.
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…
When you force yourself to read something else in order to break the vicious addicting cycle of reading only your favorite series but nothing – and I mean absolutely NOTHING – holds appeal.