It is killing me...I opened it up a little to read some pages here and there. Just a few pages and only a little, so the spine wouldn't bend and the gorgeous flap wouldn't get frayed. It wants me to read it, it needs me to read it.
I usually don't buy books with the intent of giving them away...frankly for this reason...I miss the book when it goes, like a little piece of me is gone.
And, I will definitely miss this one. Let me tell you a little bit about the book. It's called The Wilder Life: My Adventuress in the Lost World of Little House on the Prairie. Here's what the flap says: For anyone who has ever wanted to step into the world of a favorite book, here is a pioneer pilgrimage, a tribute to Laura Ingalls Wilder, and a hilarious account of butter-churning obsession. Yes, it's about LIW. Here's more..."The Wilder Life is a loving irreverent, spirited tribute to a series of books that have inspired generations of American women. It is also an incredibly funny first-person account of obsessive reading, and a story about what happens when we reconnect with our childhood touchstones--and find that our old love has only deepened." In essence it's about my hometown, LIW and nostalgia, if you don't know how I feel about these topics checkout my feelings here. It sounds like it's going to be about everything that is the foundation of me (powerfully strong women and the Midwestern small town), only from an outsiders perspective and therefore probably a little more truthful. I want it. I need it.
Instead, I'm giving it to one of my best friends who is also obsessed with all things Wilder...she could have easily written this book, she will love this book and give it a good home, and while I'll want to visit it and perhaps take it home for the weekend, I'll wait until I can afford one of my own.
Sad day...sad, sad, bittersweet day...
*Grabs tissue* Anybody else have this problem?