Good morning, Readers!
Sparhawk with Bhelliom, by fabulous artist Geoff Taylor. Click for a link to his website.
So a friend of mine posted up a silly fluff piece of an article (not written by her, obviously), entitled What your First Literary Crush Says About You. It's actually a cute read, but of course didn't have my literary first crush on there.
Mostly because they only had so much room, and who could compare Sparhawk to Mr. D'Arcy? Me. I could. Sparhawk wins.
Now, bear in mind that my first ever literary crush - Sparkhawk from David Edding's The Elenium series - was not a sexual thing. I was very young when I first read the books, and not even remotely thinking of sex at the time. Nothing's changed really, but I've spoken of that before, and that's not the point.
The point is that I had fallen in love with this grumpy, broken-nosed, often petty pragmatist of a man. I was so much in love with him, that I would fall asleep imagining his arms around me. His imagined presence made me feel safe at night, and sometimes during the day, when the bullies were at their worst.
It was because of Sparhawk that I knew men were my thing as far as romantic attachments go. He wasn't just my first literary crush. He was my first crush, period.
So, the question is... What does that say about me?
Nothing much, guys.. C'mon.
But do feel free to psycho-analyse me in the comments. For now, I must get to work.
Ciao!
Mostly because they only had so much room, and who could compare Sparhawk to Mr. D'Arcy? Me. I could. Sparhawk wins.
Now, bear in mind that my first ever literary crush - Sparkhawk from David Edding's The Elenium series - was not a sexual thing. I was very young when I first read the books, and not even remotely thinking of sex at the time. Nothing's changed really, but I've spoken of that before, and that's not the point.
The point is that I had fallen in love with this grumpy, broken-nosed, often petty pragmatist of a man. I was so much in love with him, that I would fall asleep imagining his arms around me. His imagined presence made me feel safe at night, and sometimes during the day, when the bullies were at their worst.
It was because of Sparhawk that I knew men were my thing as far as romantic attachments go. He wasn't just my first literary crush. He was my first crush, period.
So, the question is... What does that say about me?
Nothing much, guys.. C'mon.
But do feel free to psycho-analyse me in the comments. For now, I must get to work.
Ciao!
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