Lovers Like Us
I don’t know what to do with myself. I learned I am a masochist in the worst way. Who TF knew? I’m not the type. But I guess I am the type. I don’t know if I will do this again. I probably will. Damn. Since last June I’ve been waiting for my new favorite book from my favorite f’ing authors, Krista and Becca Ritchie. They are f’ing amazing. My all time love, bell hooks once said that people can’t imagine love so they can’t act it out. Thankfully, people can learn from books and movies and shit like that. Unfortunately, people don’t really write a lot of healthy love stories. Fortunately for me, Krista and Becca Ritchie do.
Now, Krista and Becca are not philosophers. They write contemporary romance. Some of you may be thinking, why are you writing about them on your philosophy blog? Well, in the words of one of the most bad ass women I know, Jaime Wright, “writing off novels and stories is short-sighted and unimaginative”. I know first hand that romance books can do as Jaime said. They can, “explore the parameters and implications of ethics-in-the-world or philosophy on-the-ground.” They can act as a “kind of rhetorical space in which we get to see what our highest and ethical and political aspirations might actually look like, given “variables” like blood, caste, love, and loss. You know. The little stuff.”
Waiting for Krista and Becca Ritchie's new book is not what makes me a masochist (Now that I’m thinking about it maybe it does. When I started writing that’s not the problem I wanted to write about so I will just stick to the plan.) It's something that I will do again and again and again. Every year, every half year, or couple of years I will wait on Krista and Becca Ritchie to release one of their new books. I hope to do this for the rest of my life because I love TF out of their talented writing ways. But also because I’m the type of person who consumes things so totally and completely. I’m the type of person who will wait a year for my favorite show to come out and binge watch it in a day. I’m the type of person who can’t watch re-runs of shows because I know the first last time I watched the whole season is the only first last time I will watch the show. But also, I can't bear to watch re-runs because when I do I am reminded that nothing I do will bring back more episodes. I guess it makes sense, then, that I am the type of person who has been waiting since F'ING June to read Krista and Becca Ritchie’s New book, Lovers Like US.
The issue that I’m having- besides the fact that it’s literally and figuratively impossible for the bad ass duo to poop books every day out of their ass- is that since June I’ve been on the Tumblr sites for the new book. I’ve read the comments on the FB pages about the series. I’ve amped my game up in trying to coerce people to read the series. More importantly, I’ve been fucking counting down the day that I get to read the book for the last few days. It’s been f’ing hell.
Normally, once I finish a book in an unfinished series I force myself to stop thinking about it. I know that it will be days, months, if not years for the next book. I hate feeling anxiety so I do my best to keep it TF away. Waiting on a book is one of the most anxiety filled experiences a person can have besides maybe their wedding day, the day they poop their kid out, or the time spent waiting to get into a university. I’m not being sarcastic here. I mean it when I say that it is up there with the best of them. Anyways, I forcefully push the book out of my mind. I have a biological clock inside of me that remembers the upcoming books release and around the time it’s supposed to come out I will magically start thinking about it again. This is a literal thing that happens. I don’t know why God gifted me with this gift. Obviously, I didn’t do that this year. Instead, I self-inflicted torture upon myself by allowing myself to crave it all year. But I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m
Thankfully, it comes out tomorrow. The only thing is tomorrow feels like forever.
Pray for me!