An Apology to a Rebound Book by Melissa Darcey
I swear this isn’t an excuse and I really do mean this as an apology. I’m sorry about what happened and I promise that this doesn’t reflect poorly on you. I’m sure you are a totally great novel; it’s just that things weren’t really over with the last one. That one really got to me and I thought I was ready to move on but I guess I wasn’t. I messed up and rushed into things with you.
I get it. You don’t want to talk to me. I wouldn’t talk to me either. You laid everything out on the table but I was distracted thinking about my last relationship. The one that ended like they always do. It’s just…that one was so incredible. I begged for more with each passing chapter. There was so much mystery and it was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. I thought of nothing else, night and day.
I tried to hide those emotions from you and there you were, an open book. Literally. It’s like you knew I was going to read you next after finishing the last one. You waited in my bookcase until one evening I picked you up and swept you away to the couch. It was happening. It was finally our time! Your spine seemed to curve with pleasure as I opened you up to chapter one, smiling with anticipation. We spent the next half an hour seemingly consumed by one another.
Now it’s time I ‘fess up. Around the thirty-page mark I realized we hadn’t been alone for the last ten minutes. The other onewas there (I won’t even say its name so as not to upset you!). It just suddenly popped up in my head. It was like one of those awful “wut u doin” texts at 1am, only it would never use such poor language. It’d be something more along the lines of, “darling, I’ve missed you. Let me take you out to lunch anywhere you’d like.”
I swear I tried to ignore it! I tried to focus on you again and act like nothing had happened. The only problem was, the magic was over. I need some time to really think things over with the other book. The prose; the character development; the questions it raised; that ending! It’s not the kind of stuff you can forget about in a few days. We had spent five hundred incredible pages together. Even you have to admit that means something.
I’m not saying you’re boring; I just don’t think we’re a good match (yet!). You’re the kind of novel that’s a slow buildup. I respect that, but the last one created such an intense fire that I can’t just return to normalcy. I’m mourning the loss of an epic and while I’ll ever forget that one, I know I’ll heal. It’s happened before. Not often, but when you’re as lucky a reader as I am, you experience a few that stick with you forever. Those require time to cool down.
If it makes you feel any better, there are a lot of books like you. You’re good; just not the one that can quickly follow a great. Right now I can’t give you the attention you deserve but I really want to try this again soon if you’ll give me another chance. You’re worthy of a grateful reader and I want to be that for you. Until then, I hope things won’t be awkward if we bump into each other at my bookcase.
Melissa Darcey is a writer based in San Diego, CA. She has a soft spot for the Bronte sisters, Southern literature, breakfast foods, Audrey Hepburn films, and her orange cat, Milo. She’s contributed various little writings and stories to The Higgs Weldon, Empirical Magazine, HelloGiggles, and Cease, Cows. You can find her occasionally on Twitter at @melissadarcey.
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