I approach the girl. She cowers before me, her tender flesh offering me all the things I'm accustomed to taking, and my instincts start to assert themselves. The urge to rip and tear surges into my jaw. But then she screams again, and something inside me moves, a feeble moth struggling against a web. In this brief moment of hesitation, still warm with the nectar of a young man's memories, I make a choice.
Excerpted from Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
So, I read Warm Bodies when I was still in high school back when the movie came out in 2013. (I am unwell that was a year ago but I've had the same copy of the book this whole time and that's pretty cool.)
The writing is beautiful and I adore R as a character. It was only upon my reread a month ago that I learned there is a Warm Bodies series now! I was so excited to learn this because I love this story so much. I'm on the last book now. :')
There are so many points in this book where the writing took my breath away and left me thinking long after I put the book down for the evening. But this was the first one that did it for me. Specifically, "something inside me moves, a feeble moth struggling against a web".
Because that's the nature of change, isn't it? It's so easy to believe that when you want to change as a person it's the big grand gesture, this moment that says, "Hello world, I am different now!!!" But that isn't true, for most people it isn't realistic. Honest change starts with a single choice, and sometimes we don't even know that it's happening until we look back eight months are we are so much different than we used to be.
The best example I can think of happened to me pretty recently actually. I was a little emo kid in my teenaged years, all dark clothes and shit. Basically my entire wardrobe, excluding a couple of floral print dresses that I loved, were black or red or dark shades of gray and blue. I didn't want color, I didn't like it. Well, a few weeks ago a friend of mine was popping over for a visit, and she asked if she could borrow a shirt that matched her current aesthetic, which was kinda grunge, kinda emo. And I was like, why yes of course you can!
Here's the funny part. I had a single shirt that sort of matched what she was looking for, a The Last In Line - Dio album shirt. My whole wardrobe now is pastels and florals and bright colors. And the funny thing is I hadn't realized it happened until that day. Not really, not in its entirety. Because it happened slowly over time, once small choice after another until years later when a past version of myself would be horrified if she knew I willingly wore all those clothes.
There are so many pieces and paragraphs from these books that I love so much. I'll try to post as many of them as i can :)
