edenbrooke.

i have turned into quite the hopeless romantic. i love a good chick flick or (clean) romance novel just as much as the girl next to me, but i think it has definitely become more apparent in the last year or so. my reasoning for this? i believe it is mainly because i am not yet a mrs. one of the greatest things about reading is getting lost in a story, escaping to a fictional world, and experiencing life in ways that might not be possible in the real world. right now i am not falling in love, but i certainly loved falling in love with edward through the character of marianne. there were ways in which i related to this character, but at the same time i would not consider my personality identical with hers. this turned into something i loved about this story. i almost felt like i was able to put myself in someone else’s shoes. i gained perspective of what the thought process might be for someone who is the same as marianne. i learned why feelings are sometimes buried and need more than a gentle nudge to be revealed. i connected to the character but at the same time i somewhat analyzed her and learned from it. needless to say i have already reread this particular novel and plan on doing so multiple times for multiple reasons.