I seriously took a lot of time thinking, contemplating, pondering on what to write.
About this.
About me on this.
About what I feel about this.
About that book.
I cannot read, concentrate on another book until I figure it out.
"It demands to be felt"
It surprised me.
It surprised me many times.
I thought everyone would get better as the story develops.
I thought everyone would survive.
But nooooo.
And thats what suprised me.
And it kills me.
This the same like Heart-Shaped Bruise.
Or the Devotion of Suspect X.
The story surprised me.
It really was a page turner that when I came to the climax,
I was...shocked.
Literally jaw-dropped.
But this one.
This one is special because, it has the privilage to be the first to make me cry.
First book I ever read that made me cry.
Excuse me while I bawl my eyes out kinda cry.
So yeaah.
I mean, I thought I want to take things slowly because I want to savour them.
Apprehend each words I read.
Understand each sentence I read.
Understand the emotion they convey.
But nooooo.
I just cant stop myself from turning the pages.
You know that feeling you get when you downloaded full season of a tv show,
That you can watch the entire season in one night
Cause you cant wait to know what will happen next
And you keep telling yourself "one last episode before bedtime, one last episode"
But nooooo.
It never really was "one last episode"
I mean I spent half of my day finishing this book!
From the moment I woke up, I grabbed and started reading it.
I dont even care if my puasa is makruh.
Thats how good this book is!
Seriously.
I need to take a breath.
Things got pretty escalated up there. (Hah!)
Sigh.
Maybe thats the thing with books yknow.
You never really know whats going to happen until you actually read it.
I mean, you think you got it all figured out but boom!
You dont.
You think you know what will happen next but boom!
You dont.
And i love that.
Maybe thats why i love thriller/psychological/crime-solving books.
Or books in general.
They surprise you.
