So I read “The Fault In Our Stars” last week. It took me 2 days only about 3 hours. (I’m a fast reader, if its a good book). And I loved it.
That’s not the confession. The confession is:
I didn’t cry. Didn’t shed a single tear. Not one drop.
Sure, the book was sad in parts. (I won’t spoil it for anyone who hasn’t read it) but it didn’t make me cry. I actually saw the wrap up of their storyline coming. (maybe I read too much? I don’t know.)
Maybe I’m an unfeeling monster. I don’t know. I think working 10 years in the news business has caused me to compartmentalize and separate my feelings. I see so many sad things everyday that I can’t cry over all of them. We do so many stories on people who have cancer, are down on their luck, die in car accidents or fires that I can’t cry over all of them. I used to. I’d go home every night and be so sad. It was hard. But eventually I learned how not to cry.
Anyway, I hope we can still be friends, even if I didn’t cry over a very sad book!
Runnin' Down a Dream 