Over my past sixteen years, I have read many, many books. It all started in third grade, with Harry Potter. I started the series in November and finished in March. (It may not sound that impressive, but I was eight going on nine and had hated reading up until that point.) I immediately fell in love with the story and the characters. The idea of magic really appealed to eight year-old me. (To be quite honest, it still does.) I can tell you that those books changed my life. I never wanted them to end, and I was heart-broken when they did. I was also heart-broken when some of my favorite characters died.
The next big series that I read was Twilight in the fourth grade, but those didn't really change me, so we'll skip that. In sixth grade, I read the Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Those books also broke my heart when they ended, as well as the Heroes of Olympus series that just ended last year. Cassandra Clare's The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices were amazing and I cried at the end of both Clockwork Princess and City of Heavenly Fire. Why? Because I lost a few favorite characters. Last week, I finished James Dashner's The Maze Runner trilogy and the prequel. I can honestly say that I have never cried as much as I did when my favorite character from that series died. The Hunger Games was incredibly sad, too. I almost gave my dad a heart attack when he came out to the living room to see me sobbing when Rue died. These authors have given me hope with these characters. They've shown me new ways to live or view life or to love. These books have honestly shaped my childhood, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. So, as the title of this post suggests, I believe that it is better to have loved and lost (than to never have loved before) because I don't think that I would be the person I am today without these authors, books, and characters. Leave a Reply. |
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