<—-Click this link to win me diamonds. I can’t upload my photo of the day today because I can’t find my usb chord but I’ll find it tomorrow and post tomorrow. But I do have something to share with you guys. I finally finished my book Annette and Sylvie yesterday and let me tell you, I have never felt so connected with a character. One of Annette’s thoughts were so deep and it made me think of myself. She talks about how no one sees her for her, and she means the imperfections as well. She doesn’t want to seem perfect or be called perfect because she wants people to see her and love her for everything incuding her flaws, and I thought it was absolutely touching. This is what she thinks on page 272, if anyone ever gets to reading it.
I am glad that you are imperfect. If you knew what I see, it would annoy you. Forgive me! I have seen nothing…. But I, I am not like you; I want you to see me as imperfect! I am what I am, and I hold to it; my imperfections are myself, more than the rest. If you take me, you take them. Do you take them?… But you don’t wish to know them. When will you finally take the trouble to really look at me?
I swear to Buddha himself, I never cried so hard out from something a fictional character has said/thought in a book. Movies of course, I’m a pathetic sap, but books? Not really.