I have this thing with books.

I have memorized paragraphs from my favorite books, so that when I'm going through something similar in my life, or when a certain aspect of it reminds me of a certain part, I can pick up the book and reread that part. No matter how many times I've read it, I can always find comfort in it.

For me, one of the most difficult things about being away from home is that I'm not able to do that. I'm fully aware that I could not pack an entire library to bring with me, but the fact that I only have 4 (and I recently got 2 of those) books with me is kind of depressing. It's just not enough.

I desperately need to read Sloppy Firsts. I need to read about Jessica getting Marcus "Xmas" card, I need to read about Marcus calling her to tell her he needs "to be consoled" on New Year's Eve. I just NEED to.

I'm supposed to be planning tomorrow's activities but all I can focus is on this. I actually went to Waterstones and whs yesterday to see if they had it, but no, apparently I'm always doomed to live in a country where most people haven't heard of the books that I love. Damn my love for american YA writers!




TTFN

Sexy: Flynn Rider. Have you seen Tangled yet? Disney, I love you.
Unsexy: The french. Enough said.
Song of the day: House Song by the Ministry of Magic. Love it.




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ETA: found a part online! not exactly the book, but probably the best next thing:



"Why are you calling?"

Was he calling just to chat? Was he calling for no reason at all? Just because … ?

"Mia broke up with me," Marcus said. "This is a first for me."

My head pounded, knowing that this meant things were about to become a lot more complicated. Or easier. Depending on the way you looked at it.

"She did? When?"

"She mailed me a Merry Christmas-I’m-Breaking-Up-with-You card. I’ll read it to you," he said. He cleared his throat. "Dear Marcus. Merry Christmas. I’m breaking up with you. Mia."

"It does not say that."

"You’re right," he said. "But it would be so classic if it did."





"So why did she break up with you?"

"Well, she said it’s because I’m no fun. I don’t drink or drug anymore, so I’m no fun. I go to AA meetings instead of hanging out, so I’m no fun. And I do homework instead of having sex, so I’m no fun. I guess she wanted to break up with me before New Year’s Eve so she could finally have fun."



I was too busy thinking about him doing homework instead of having sex to reply.

"The reason I’m calling is because I need to spend New Year’s Eve with you."

Need. Not want. Need.

"Why?"

"Can’t you hear the devastation in my voice?"

"No," I said. "You sound holly-jolly to me." He really did.

"It’s all an act," he said. "I need to be consoled."

"By who?"

"By who?" he said, insulted. "By you, of course."

Of course. Consoled. Consolation prize. Runner-up. Second best. Oh, wait. Not sloppy seconds. Sloppy firsts.

"So I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve," he said, hanging up before I could refuse.