shorts- not pants but stories

I the badling

I dedicated this chapter to Ksenia Anske Who is not just one of the best authors I had the luck to find here on wattpad but also a very dedicated when it comes to her readers, always replying their comments once in a while. I recommend you to read her stories especially "The badlings" which I already love halfway through thus this short text...

I'm a messy reader. I'm not able to devour a book in whole. My mind never seems able to process all the actions of one story in whole. It's a lot to process for this scatterbrain of mine. I leave unread books in every corner of my home sometimes peeking inside only reading a few chapters, paragraphs, sometimes just a few sentences. Sometimes I'm afraid that I only love to view myself as a person who loves reading. I easily get annoyed with details that just don't seem right and even though I'm a little dyslexic myself and type out words on a regular base I always tip over misspelled words in the works of others.

For me there will always be some authors who write in a way that simply annoys me like the King of Horror himself (first name goes by Stephen). I really enjoyed some of his short stories and, well Cujo. Cujo had a lot of thrill to it, that I wasn't able to go on reading for about a year. It was a lot to process for me but some of the best books are like that. I just think that there was a lot of unnecessary blabla referring to some other books about the castle rock community that just drained all thrill for me who just started reading his works. And then there are some of his other works I only tried to ingest via audiobook. I fell asleep during endless descriptions...

Right now, by reading some works on wattpad, I stumbled upon the works of Ksenia Anske. Rosehead is one of the few works I finished quickly and I soon took up reading her story "The Badlings". I started feeling guilty about all the books I went to buy and left unread. I felt like an utter badling myself. How dare I do that to the poor little stories? But as I kept reading I remembered finishing Margaret Atwoods "Oryx and Crake" after I abandoned it for more than just a year and I thought: Maybe I wasn't the right person to finish it at that time. I had to grow into the person I am now to be able to finish it with joy. All those partly read stories stay with me, subconscious, waiting for me to grow a little more into the person cherishing them as they deserve.

I may be a badling but being devoured by a book isn't such a bad thing. It wouldn't be the first time anyway.