You may laugh, but this is how I really am. Sometimes you have a character in a book or movie that you just adore and when they are killed, you are just so sad because you really connected to them, or liked them. Comment if you’ve felt the same way!
For another book filled post, go to Never an Empty Bed
For more on my close connection with a fictional character, go to Dreaming of the Sandman
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That’s the power of books and movies, to make us believe in the characters, even though they’re not real. If they didn’t effect us that way they wouldn’t be worth our time. Well done, for the few hours that we give our attention to them, they transport us to another time and place and make us fall in love and care and worry and root for them. Isn’t it wonderful?