Fact: I don't like coffee. I just like saying Coffee Clutch in my best and deepest New York accent. Considering I'm a New Yorker, I'm pretty freaking good at it. So I've got my tea and I hope you have your heated beverage of choice, because it's time to gab the day away.
Yesterday was Valentine's Day, AKA Singles Awareness Day/Candy Day/Grisha Day (or maybe that's just what I call it because of all of Leigh Bardugo's awesome Tweets yesterday). Usually I spend Valentine's Day hiding or eating my feelings. This is because I am forever alone. Single as the day I was born. Boyfriendless.
|I promise I'm not this sad. I just <3 David Tennant & this gif.|
Now, I don't know how Valentine's Day would go down if I did have a boyfriend. I imagine we'd snark about it once we remembered it was coming up, but on the day of he'd do something small and sweet like get me flowers or chocolate or a book or something. Maybe we'd stay in and watch a movie instead of worrying about spending a million dollars at a restaurant neither of us care to be at. Perhaps we'd take part in all of the commercialism. I really couldn't tell you. But I really don't want you guys to feel bad for me or worry about my single-hood-dom. Because the truth is, this past Valentine's Day, for the first (and probably not the last) time ever, I spent the day with my book boyfriends.
|This is how excited I was.|
Truth Time on the Blog: Book boyfriends are THE BEST boyfriends. I say this with no real life boyfriend experience to speak of, but I still think it's the truth. And even if I'm wrong, book boyfriends are and always will be wonderfully wonderful and worthy of our praise. Which is why, even though I spend probably too much time during my work days sighing over made up men, I spent even more time day dreaming about them yesterday.
I spent the morning baking with Peeta (Hunger Games).
Then Mal (Shadow & Bone) accompanied me to work and hung around for a bit to distract me from this research project I have to do.
I had lunch with Jesse (The Mediator Series). He cooked us this delicious lunch and whispered sweet nothings in my ear for an hour.
The afternoon involved a music swap session with Owen (Just Listen).
After work, I borrowed Michael Moskovitz (Princess Diaries) from a fellow blogger. He escorted me home. He was incredibly chivalrous.
And, finally, I had a quiet night in with my book husband, Remus J. Lupin (Harry Potter). We read some books, watched a little television, and ate some chocolate. The perfect end to an incredibly dreamy day.
Okay. Reality check? None of this actually happened. But in my head it did and as such, my Valentine's Day was absolutely brilliant. I know, I know, my book boyfriends (and even my book husband) are no substitute for the real deal. I want to find Prince Charming (or the real life version of him) just as much as the next girl. But until I do, I have fiction to fill in the gaps for me. Especially on particularly gap-tastic days like Valentine's Day.
So who are your book loves? Yesterday I polled Twitter and names like Jace, Jase, Oliver and Four came up, but, since I love book boyfriends more than I can express in a blog post, I would like for more of you to share with me in the comments below.