I am almost finished reading A Room With a View by E.M. Forster, the May pick for my 12 in 2012 classics challenge.
There are a couple of chapters left. I put it down because I'm a little worried. This is my first time to read Forster. Is he going to break my heart?
I am suddenly very invested. Lucy Honeychurch has to end up with George. If she doesn't, I am going to be terribly sad. I need them to end up together. I need love to win in the end. I hope desperately that this is not one of those classics that is a classic because the ending is horribly sad. I want a happy ending.
I need a happy ending.
And not the Jennifer Love Hewitt kind.
I'm not sure how much I believe in love and romance and all that baloney. Hmm, I guess referring to it as baloney gives some indication as to where my current belief stands.
But I can temporarily set aside my sorry, cynical worldview for a novel.
Here's how I've been picturing George, just because I can:
I finished the book.
I was very happy with the ending.
I might have gotten a little teary-eyed.
But I haven't dusted in awhile and I have allergies.
It's not at all because I'm not still cynical and jaded and bitter.