Of Love and Other Things

I'm a sucker when it comes to a good romance book. Usually I'm going up and down the isles in barnes and nobles just plucking books of the shelves and reading their backs to find out more about them. Usually I never go looking for a book in particular, unless I keep hearing about it. There are two types of love stories that I'm addicted to. The first being about two people coming together and just traveling the world and falling in love with the adventure and finally each other. There's just something so magical about it in my opinion. I love reading about these characters just finding themselves and experiencing life. I'm usually not one to read a story without some type of fantasy in it, but there are those books that sneak their way into my heart and stay there forever.

On my journey to the bookstore I picked up two books. The first was Just One Day by Gayle Forman. I found out about this book a long time ago, but never gave it any real thought. Today I just happened to see it on the bookshelf. I finished it in five hours. I could not put it down. I kept grinning like an idiot and fell completely in love with this story. The second book I got was Bloodlines by Richelle Mead. I've read her Vampire Academy series and fell completely in love with Rose. When I found out she had started on another series in the same world, I flipped. I've known about it for a long time now, but I never really read it because I knew it wasn't the right time. Now I'm looking forward to reading it.

So, I've come up with this great plot and characters for a magical realism story. Like I have everything I could possibly need to just start writing and get a couple couple paragraphs in, but I haven't started writing. I'm so completely frustrated with myself. On one hand, I do want to write this story about magical things with this amazing world that's almost like a complete fairy tale, but then deep down I want to write something completely badass. I have this idea for this girl who's just completely sure of herself. Like the kind of girl who walks like she owns the world underneath her feet and she knows it.

Part of my wants this beautiful and magical world while this other part of me wants the darkness and violence and drama. (I always say that I'm a Hufflepuff on the outside, but a complete Slytherin on the inside) I'm not sure what I'm going to do at this point at all, but I know I have to do something.

While I was also getting myself lost in the bookstore, all I kept thinking about was why I wasn't working in one? I want to be a Librarian, it would only make sense to start somewhere. It's what I want to go back to school and study. I really want to work in a bookstore and the only ones close to me are Barnes and Nobles and Books-A-Million. I like both store just fine, but they have this thing where apparently you have to know alot about the nook and getting people to buy their membership. I don't mind the nook and I wouldn't mind selling it, but why memberships? Why cant bookstores just be about books and not memberships and meeting certain numbers.