when you begin a journey of revenge start by digging two graves
one for your enemy and one for yourself
That there was in nineteen minutes by Jodi Picoult. It's like a chinese proverb or something, but i have to admit I can't help but agree with it. Mostly because of what happened to the people in that book that went seeking revenge and found it. They both ended up in jail and one of them killed themselves with a sock. I wont mention names of characters just in case you were planning on reading it.
You see the other night i went to bed at around 9:30pm and i wasn't that sleepy so i decided to read a bit more of nineteen minutes. At around 3 i finnished the book and for an hour or two more i was busy trying to sleep while the increadible story kept my mind working. That there is what makes a good story: one that makes you think about it for a long time after the final page is turned.
Why oh why do i read such depressing books. Every Jodi Picoult book i have read has had the same theme: horrible situation/event that causes irreversible emotional damage, someone dying/killing themselves/aspiring to kill themselves, families falling to peices, and with pretty much all her books there is an intense court case involved. Yet every time i visit a book store or a library i go to the shelf that has her books and willingly browse.
I certainly do have too much time on my hands but since I plan to be an author i can just claim im doing research. Could be worse i guess. I could spend all my free time watching TV and Movies! Wait i do that too. . . . Wow its a wonder i get anything done at all. Well it is official I need a life. Meh i'll get one later. For now i will write pointless things on here because SOMEONE actually asked me too.