I started it not promising myself I would even finish…I certainly did finish though! As the seatbelt sign dinged announcing our arrival back into the US, I breathed a sigh of….relief? Angst? Anxiety? Talk about a cliffhanger.
I shut my kindle down and minutes later sauntered onto American soil/linoleum. I truly felt as if I was transported into the book at this point. I’m not sure if I was delirious from lack of sleep or the awful fluorescent haze pulsing into my eyeballs but all of a sudden my surroundings looked a little too war-like.
People grunted and pushed. I almost felt as if we were in line for a beheading. There was no fizzy water machines in site and the “watch guard” yells were shrill in the claustrophobic maze of people. A bird, yes a bird, pecked at the ground where some war painted (marker?) child had left granola bar bits.
I was preparing for one of the greatest battles of our modern age… The airport customs line. I look like I had been sleeping in a forest for weeks and my hair was filled with feathers from Shay’s fuzzy down coat (battle decorations?) I pondered taking the precious shaggy pillow, ripping it apart, and using it as a cloak as I proceeded through the security checkpoint. I held back..barely.
By the time I got to my gate I was already ordering Book 2.