You know what would suck? Falling in love with a fictional person. A person who you can never meet; who you can never talk to; who you hope exists, but doesn’t exist.
This is practically the story of my life, right now.
But really, it’s not that sad a story.
And that’s why I’m going to write about these people. You know, so one day, years later, I can read this and remember what these people meant to me when I was younger.
There are so many of them, so I just decided to classify them into groups according to the things I most love about them. Just so you know, I’ve had a LOT of literary crushes. So this is going to be a long post:
KNIGHTS-IN-SHINING-ARMOR
Jace Wayland, The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare– He is, hands down, the most obnoxious and exasperating guy ever. So obviously, who doesn’t love him? And of course, the sarcastic retorts and the out-of-the-blue explosions of passion take a lot of breaths away. When I read the part where *spoiler* Valentine tells Clary and Jace that they are siblings, I died. Figuratively, out of shock. And horror. So I read all the blurbs about this series in goodreads and when I found out about how they are NOT siblings (I don’t know how), I literally howled with mirth.
Tobias Eaton, Divergent trilogy by Veronica Roth– Veronica Roth, all I want to ask you is WHY?? WHY DID YOU DO SUCH A THING TO THIS GUY!!! HOW COULD YOU!? He deserved so much more. Poor guy. WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?! HE HAS TO FIND LOVE AGAIN. HE HAS TO! But it would be a teeny-weensy bit more romantic if he didn’t… but anyway.
Peeta, The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins– Peeta isn’t technically a ‘knight-in-shining-armor’ given that the heroine, Katniss, can take care of herself pretty well. But he’s like this shaft of sunlight, sometimes an intense beam, sometimes just a feeble glimmer, but always close by, even during the darkest of times. He’s loyal, sweet, and funny without being too much of a tease. He’s good with words. Plus, he bakes. *fanning face* seriously, can a person GET any dreamier? I think not. I guess I was so sick of the clichéd ‘bad boys’ that when ‘the first daffodil of spring’ bloomed, I couldn’t wait to pluck it right away.
Percy Jackson, the Percy Jackson series & the Heroes Of Olympus series by Rick Riordan– PERCYBETH FOREVER! Who can resist this guy. See? It’s not even a question. I plainly COULDN’T put a question mark there. My Brain Percy somehow looks better than Logan Lerman. Bonus.
Daemon Black, Obsidian by Jennifer Armentrout– Who doesn’t love aliens? Especially infuriating, handsome, green-eyed, dark-haired, powerful, obsessive, sarcastic aliens?
Patch, Hush Hush series by Becca Fitzpatrick– An ill-disciplined guy with wings + dark intense eyes= dreamland. I know he’s clichéd, but… I don’t have an explanation.
NERDS
Matthew Watkins, Flat-out Love by Jessica Park– Matty totally transfixed me with the nerdy t-shirts. And his totally witty e-mails as Finn: *sigh*
Sam Kinnison, Life in Outer Space by Melissa Keil– His tremendously funny POV was just So. Freaking. WONDERFUL. Hates exclamatory sentences? Loves princess Leia? Typical nerd? Socially inept? Oh my God, where are the Sam Kinnisons of this world? Or, more aptly, India?
Cricket Bell, Lola and The Boy next Door by Stephanie Perkins– First of all, the name. I mean, why couldn’t MY name be as cool as that? Alexander Graham Bell’s great-great-great-and-so-on-up-to-some-big-number grandson is quirky, sweet and has a remarkable (for a geek) sense of fashion, making it very hard for Lola, the protagonist (and many other girls, I might add) to not fall for him.
Michael Moscovitz, The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot– Now, where do I start? Michael is the coolest nerd ever. I mean, he plays a multiple number of musical instruments, has a great sense of humor, is multi-talented and passionate, can hack into various highly-protected programs, has dark brown eyes (tcha!), invented a Cardio-Arm to save heart patients all around the world, fell in love with a princess, got her to love him back, became a millionaire, stole hearts, formed a band, became muscular, and so on. I could keep going. For a long time. Ten books, and I’ve still not gotten over him.
Etienne St.Clair, Anna And The French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins– He’s got it all. French name, American mother, English accent, amazing hair, good looks, cute(?) teeth. Everything. Except, it’s all flawed, in one way or another. His dad’s an evil control-freak, his mom’s got cancer, and his height is dismal… But in this case, the flaws just accentuate his individuality. That’s what I love about this not-really-nerdy golden boy.
Levi, Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell– His permanent good mood and general happiness (albeit without any particular reason) has this incredible tendency to melt into your body and stay there for a long time. It was a refreshing change and his “Don’t make me angry-kiss you.” Was simply adorable.
Conrad Fisher, The Summer Series by Jenny Han– He’s loved Belly since forever. He can do anything he set his mind to. He got his hands on an infinity-pendant-necklace-thing (WHERE DID HE GET IT?! I WANT IT!), and he can surf well. A NERD WHO SURFS LIKE A PROFESSIONAL. (Does that sound weird only to me?) Need I say any more?
ROCKSTARS AND JUST STARS
Adam Wilde, If I stay by Gayle Forman– Just started reading If I stay. This one looks promising. Not saying anything, though.
Ronald Weasley, The Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling– Weasley’s my king. That’s all I have to say.
Prince Maxon, The Selection by Keira Cass– Who says ‘My Dear’ NOW? Except for old people, that is? This strapping young lad makes even ‘My Dear’ sound cool…ish.
Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen– I re-read this full book four times just for the pleasure of reading the ‘Darcy-parts’, as I like to call them. Mr. Darcy was my second literary crush and I have no idea how he inched into my heart. (Wait. Is that tacky?)
Jesse De Silva, The Mediator Series by Meg Cabot– Meg Cabot is an expert in the art of creating swoon-worthy-sadly-unattainable guys; this ca-yute Spanish ghost is one of her best works (after Michael, of course).
Augustus Waters, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green– He is one bright star. A distinct burning ruby star which nobody can fathom (into a constellation; might as well add that in too).
Gilbert Blythe, Anne of The Island by L.M. Montgomery– I absolutely loved Anne of the Green Gables when I was younger and Gilbert Blythe, the ‘horrible tease’, the bad-boy-turned-good-and-gentlemanly was one of the several reasons.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98Ww4FG0n48- Carrie Hope Fletcher: BOYS IN BOOKS ARE BETTER
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