It is seriously killing me that I haven't been able to finish this book yet.  Who doesn't love a good tear jerking story?  I'm not really sure why I love reading sad stories such as this one.  Maybe it's because it makes my life seem half way normal and not nearly as bad as it hypothetically could be.  Reading a book  gives me a quick release, a way to escape my own life and whatever I decide to be worrying about today.  For the moment, I am taken away into someone else's life, not really even having to think about my own.  And if I am, its usually because I can relate to the person in the book, assuring me that I'm not alone and what I feel is totally normal.

An easy, healthy, totally acceptable escape... that really is all I need sometimes.