Lately I have been on a reading tear. Having rid myself of all but one or two friends (who I don’t see that often), has given me quite a bit of time to indulge, so I have.
I seem to have reverted back to a time when I would routinely turn down social invitations to immerse myself in something likely written by Robert Jordan, R.A. Salvatore, or anyone writing a story involving swords, magic missles, andor the occasional interstellar cruiser.
I have just finished ‘How I Became a Famous Novelist’ by Steve Hely. It was fucking amazing.
This is Pete Tarslaw (the protagonist), at his ex-girlfriends wedding, where he had planned to show off as the famous novelist he had become, and smile in triumph knowing that she regretted her terrible mistake (not staying with him, obviously). The excerpt is from the moment (my favorite moment) when he realizes his own terrible mistake:
“No one could fake someone out like she could. She was amazing. I’d loved her for it. But walking down that aisle, beaming, she was not faking. I could tell. And it broke my heart all over again.”
What occurs after this moment made me laugh harder than any bookmovieyoutube video ever has.
If you don’t like reading books, make an exception.