Posts tagged Love Letters
Maggie May
"Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.”
Love letters by katie fforde was a fantastic novely, although it had a few slow parts. I recieved this book from my boyfriend, who brought it back as a gift from bermuda. The book is not yet sold in the US, so he thought it would be cute if I was one of the first to read it. Plus it was a love story. It follows an avid book reader, who needs to start a new chapter in her life after the local bookstore (where she works) closes. She ends up taking risks and changing into a new her, one that she loves. She falls in a twisted love, which is the main focus of the story. There was only two parts that I feel could’ve been taken out, that go a little slowly. Other than that, excellent book.
As if he read her mind, he said, ‘Sweetheart, I didn’t just want you because I wanted sex and you were there. You didn’t think that, did you?’ He seemed horrified by this thought. All the while his fingers were caressing hers.
He tried to pull her close but she remained slightly distant, even though every part of her was longing for him to take her in his arms again.
Laura was swooning, a tiny part of her registering that although she’d read this happening in books she hadn’t beleived it really happened.
There was no shame in loving someone. Love was a good, uplifting emotion that made the world go round. Everyone knew that. But everyone, even on as inexperienced as Laura, knew that it was best to keep your feelings to yourself until you were fairly sure they were reciprocated.
would she ever feel that degree of passion again? When she did finally go to bed with a man for the first time, would she want it as much? Or would losing her virginity just seem like getting rid of something that had become a burden? She knew it was unrealistic but she couldn’t believe she would ever have that chemistry — at least for that one night — with anyone else. There was something about Dermot that made every nerve ending alert and tingling. How long would it take to find another more suitable man who made her feel like that? She could end up a virgin at fifty!
A part of her wished she’d never met him, that he’d remained the elusive figure she’d dreamt about. Now like all good heroines in the books she devoured as a teenager, she’d have to pick herself up and get over him as best she could.
No point in making a complete fool of herself, after all, or in allowing herself to fall in love with him — if she hadn’t already — only to have her heart broken by his wandering eye.
She had liked this image of books marching around on their own capturing stories.
Did lust combined with huge liking and a touch of obsession equal love?
Live in the moment, she told herself, using a saying that was sold on uplifting postcards they sold in the bookshop.
She laughed, to deny it, but in her heart she was saying, ‘Yes!’
It cost her something to go on in this lighthearted manner. He could have his pick of any group of women, she was certain. Knowing it didn’t make it easier for her. Now that she’d actually met him and talked to him properly, she knew her feelings for him were no longer just infatuation, but were in danger of becoming the foundation for something much stronger.
He leant up on one elbow and studied her. She sensed the warmth of his body next to hers and felt a glow of contentment.
What was happening to her was almost too wonderful, and she wasn’t sure she could cope. She just had to hope her ‘in love state’ or whatever it might be, didn’t make her do anything stupid again. Although before, when she had so blithely agreed to sleep with him, she had probably, she had probably just been in lust (and, of course very drunk).
