A few days ago I finished reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. I am not going to write a review on it.
Sometimes I finish a book, mark and rate it on Goodreads, and then move on to the next one. Usually, if it is part of a series, I will add the next installment to my to-read, or if I really liked it I will look up other books by the author to see if any of those sound interesting to me as well. I love when I finish a book and I just feel excited. I feel better off for having lived in that world for a time and happy that I can call on the characters again when I need some comfort. The best of these I will add to my list on Amazon or Thirftbooks to eventually add to my personal library. When I decide it has been too long since I have been book shopping, I welcome them gladly to their new home on my shelves.
Fangirl reached that top tier for me. In the past year that I have been working on this blog that would usually mean I would be so excited about it, I would punch out a review in one sitting. But very early on in my reading, I knew I wouldn't be able to objectively review the book. There was too much in Fangirl that hit too close to home.
Of my personal book collection, I generally do not lend them out to others. Books are simply too precious to me. Within that, I have a smaller circle of books that I under no circumstances would let someone else read. These are the ones that feel too personal to me, and inexplicably I would just feel much better if people read a copy from the library, instead of mine. As readers, we become a part of the story every time we read someone else's words. This cannot be shown more plainly than Cath's involvement in the Simon Snow universe. Cath understands quite a lot that I have trouble putting into words for others.
Stories like Fangirl are why so much of me has been shaped by books. I can't write a review for this book, but I will say that if someone asks you to read this one... read it.
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