Disclaimer: I clearly do not own 39 Clues. R&R please!
Books- They fascinate her a lot. She doesn't know why, perhaps it's because of their wonderful covers, mind boggling history, cliché plots, colorful pictures.. she could go yet, when her eyes seem to give up on her and let herself zone off to dreamland, the story goes on where it was left. Another book to read & finish. In her sleep.
She loved reading non-fiction/YA Novels. A secret in fact, she preferred them even more. Those cliché romances, slightly-less-dweeb brothers, never-ending money, and of course! The oh soo dreamy Prince who's out there to save you from the wrath of your au pair & your dweeb of a brother.
Imagination is what keeps her going. What keeps her moving forward. She imagines things, imagines that she lives in her little own world. Where nothing, not even her brother, could keep her from doing all things un-amy like.
But alas, there is Reality. Reality is a lovely place.. but she wouldn't want to live there. Too painful and too... real.
She almost lost hope, for there is no escape in Reality. But as soon as she saw those eyes, those amber eyes, she knew there must be some hope. Hope for her life to be happy. To be worth dreaming for.
"Hello, love."
That damn accent. He was too good to be true. Too good to be hers. Somehow there's still a small spark in her. Slowly creeping out of her shell. A hope that somebody.. someone might be able to pull her out of her solitude. Let her taste something new. Be refreshed.
But since none of those has been done and he isn't even hers, yet. She hugs her book, a romance novel, closes her eyes.
And so she escapes.
A/N: Wondering why I love novels so much, I realized that it must be an escape to my solitude. An attempt to avoid the bittersweet reality. :)