i capture [the castle].

what is it about love that makes us all complete idiots? i mean that in a charming way, but of course. today i finished a love[ly] book, "i capture the castle" by dodie smith.


it was written in 1948, set in england and it's all about the idiocy [and delights] of love, life and youth. i feel so close to the main character, cassandra, and am sad that the book had to come to an end. i miss her.

you know when that happens? that rush you get from feeling like you really got to know someone...in a book or in real life. and when you do get to know know someone, you reach that point of no return. they are there, forever. and you see the world just ever-so differently.

...i'm going to read 1984 next...i think that might have a different effect on me.