Looking for Bourne
My heart's racing as I read his anticipating movement. Wounded, outgunned and alone. Waiting for his enemy coming for him with a clear intention. To eliminate him. I keep with the pace the pages bring. Feeling impatient for what's gonna happen to him next, to reveal and put up the puzzle together but also sad when it's getting closer and closer to an end of the story as the night's fading away. I just can't. let. go.
That's how I feel when I read the Bourne series. Mostly I always fail to put the book down before I finish it. The stories of Jason Bourne's life fascinate me and grow my sympathy for him. I love how the plot entangles the lives of the characters. I love the smart conversations that feel so natural. You know, not all author can write a good conversation.
This is what I call get into deep. I tend to fall for books easy and deep. I feel like I know the characters personally. And Jason Bourne's got my sympathy. I feel sorry for him, to have to be alone and always on a pace. I feel sorry that he lost his memory, and I feel sorry for him that he had to keep looking and digging while questioning himself "who am I?" And to think that there are actually real people who live that life.
I can't wait for the next movie to come out, and the next book after The Bourne Imperative to be published. I'm addicted.