Book love

I just finished re-reading Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater. This is a BIG deal. For me, at least. I don't re-read. As much as I love a story, I don't feel it's fair to all the books I have not yet read for me to read a novel twice. But I made an exception. I've been drooling over Linger for quite some time now, but I told myself that I'd have to first read my personal copy of Shiver (because of course I bought it after I read and loved my library copy) before I could indulge in the green font.

So how was the second telling of Shiver, you ask? I didn't think I would, but I love it just as much as the first time around. Don't be fooled, this is not a review. I can't do that with this book. It's too emotional of an experience, lending itself to many romantic sighs and sad but happy tears. Maggie's writing is lovely. The last thing she writes in this book is a thank-you to her husband, who made the romance in her words come alive. Isn't that just heart-tickling?

There are only a handful of books that affect me in grand ways, and this is one of them. And I know that that's just a really personal thing to say, but this blog is rather personal. I don't pretend to be objective, and there's no way that I could with this book. I wish that I knew better how to describe all the ways that it just gets me. I'm so happy that I broke my rules and read it again before reading Linger. It's exactly what I needed right now. A soft, cozy, happy place to go to.

And now I can read Linger!