Winning the war on TEABS

31 Jan

I know, I’m terrible. I really have been blogging-ish, just on Tumblr. Which, if you want to know what I’m doing, is a way more reliable place than WordPress. And what I’ve been doing is waging a war on TEABS (The End of an Awesome Book Syndrome). 

I’m a voracious reader with a not-so-secret affinity for YA fiction. This means my heartstrings are constantly getting tugged, nay, lawnmower cord-ripped, by fictional high schoolers learning about love and magic and shit at boarding school/summer camp/dark magical forests, etc. By the time I have finished my chosen book (or rather, by the time it’s finished with me), I have invariable been reduced to a puddle of all the feels. I wouldn’t change a word, and yet I crave more! I’m never ready to leave the world that I’ve been so thoroughly immersed in, albeit usually for less than 24 hours (what can I say, when I read, i read HARD).

My name is Caitlyn, and I have TEABS.

This past weekend, I was wallowing in TEABS-induced melancholy after speeding through Sarah Zarr’s Sweethearts. Now I love my fella, he is the best dude I could ever ask for, but holy shit, if Cameron Quick were real James would have to learn to share. So I’m moping around, all heartsore for this poor, sweet, wonderful guy (who is COMPLETELY MADE-UP), when Andrew Bird pops up on my Spotify shuffle. And it’s like I’m back in the world of this book, and nothing’s different, but I get to linger just a little longer. 

Ladies and gentleman, I have found the cure for TEABS (kind of). I have discovered a way to alleviate that harshest of sounds – the final closing of a book – by making playlists for fictional characters (I also just really love making mix-tapes). Scoot on over to my Tumblr and have yourself a listen.

You’re welcome.

 

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One Response to “Winning the war on TEABS”

  1. pennyposh January 31, 2013 at 2:16 pm #

    Worst TEABS I ever had was after reading the first two trilogies in Jacqueline Carey’s Kushiel series. I was pretty much convinced that life in the real world would never ever be good or exciting again. My husband’s read them, too, and I think even he has a bit of a crush on Joscelin.

    *sigh* They’re my favorite books. But I’m afraid to re-read them, because it would very likely trigger another weeks-long depression. I don’t even know if making playlists would help :p

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