An Ode to R.
“It frustrates and fascinates me that we’ll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we’ll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.”
-R, Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
I started reading the Warm Bodies series ages ago, presumably when it was first published. I can’t remember now whether I saw the movie or read the book first, but I know that I loved both of them. The movie was funny and made me laugh, but the book…oh, the book.
I fell in love with the book from the first page. I read it in two days, maybe less, with the kind of fevered excitement that only a dedicated bookworm can have while reading, the knowledge that you’ve found a new book to add to your very selective and exclusive “favorite books” list. Then I read it again. I’ve read it over and over and over since then, and every single time, I laugh and I cry and I fall in love with the same quotes and find new ones to adore.
Then I found out that Isaac Marion had written a sequel. The Burning World. He’d also written a prequel: The New Hunger. I bought them faster than you could say “zombie,” read them in less than a week, and laughed and cried and gasped and adored every new word and scene and experience. I didn’t…
