I am still obsessed about the latest paperback I read last weekend. It is called Mad about the Boy by Maggie Alderson. I know I should not spend a lot of time on this. So yes, I did not read it like 10 times, but I flipped through the scenes so many times, I can picture the whole act in my head. In fact that particular book is still laying under my pillow. How James is very sensitive of Antonia’s emotion, how they are really mad about each other, how everything is so wonderful when they are together. Antonia met him at the gym, in her effort to get slim again after a painful break up with her husband which turns out to be gay. Their encounter was a coincidence, they become friends and suddenly she realizes she is having a teenage crush on him. When I was reading, I was laughing and smiling and becoming jelly all at the same time. I enjoyed the book so much, that I tried to explain it to my other half. I looked up the author, and her other books. I would certainly read them. The last time I feel like this is when I read The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella in Stoke on Trent! I cried on that particular night because it is so touching… and my focus there would be the relationship between her and him. It is an art. I mean, you look at your husband and then you ask him: Can you guess what am I thinking right now? Most of the times he got it right, and sometimes it is not quite right, but what I am saying is; how many of us has somebody who knows you with just one look? I am lucky in this sense, because not only my husband can read my mind, my parents and a couple of names can too. I am so transparent, some people would say. Because I dont keep inside what’s bothering me, I tell people in my own different way. For example, I tell my students almost everything. I hope they can learn from it. Yesterday, I killed my 2 hours time while waiting to be their judge in an Islamic english song competition by going to Pusat Sukan to join the senam robik. And guess what, there is a gym there. And I tried all the machines, imagining that I am the Antonia, and James is beside me… their conversation… I played it all… So, that’s it. I dont know when I will be over this crush on James… wishing that my other half would read this book which I dont think he will, and understand why I am so crazy about this James fellow. So, moral of the story: dont read romance novel, you would end up like me!! ha ha
My lab mate is eating apple pie. Apple pie is James favourite dessert. How mad am I about this boy!
apa ni, cam teenager je – ada ke camni sekali punya crush on a book character, patutla last time we spoke on the phone you mentioned this book heheh.. i do LIKE book characters (the most recent one is laksamana sunan, pahlawan yang warak, from a trilogy by ramlee awang murshid) tp takdelah sampai angau! afterall, these characters are ‘created’ by somebody, so tak susah nak ‘memperfectkan’ dia haha..
bahaya ni Kak Long.. klau jumpa James nak simpan Abg Long kat mana? hehe!
Last night I read Pants on Fire by the same author. I dont like it, because the lady keeps ending up with the wrong boy.
On Sunday I discovered another gym in the boys’ hostel in Sutera Indah, Nilai. Reminding me of James.
Well, abg Long is still abg Long. He is not going anywhere. He is Trg / Melayu version of James, I suppose… I just cant get over how James McLoughlin represents what women want in men. And one thing that I cant believe is my James, wont even read this blog entry. It is a penalty for not doing the qiamullail with him at nights… ha.. ha..