Monday, August 31, 2009

Dear Boo Radley,

I know everyone is like scared of you, but I really liked you. You're just misunderstood, I think. Us homebodies gotta stick together.

Misunderstood-idly yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Dear Mr. Walter Fane,

NOTE: This letter is being written to the 2006 movie version of Walter. Not the book Walter and not the 1934 movie version Walter. I know there is a little difference in the way they are portrayed, so just clearing that up.


I know you're kind of a jerk to Kitty and everything, but I can't help but not be mad at you. I mean you take her to a place where ultimately she has very low chances of survival, you don't talk to her at all, you don't even look at her, and you just are pretty mean to her. For one mistake! But for some reason I still like you more than I like Kitty, more than I like most mean men. I mean, I'm on your side, not Kitty's. And I think it's just because I honestly feel bad for you. I can see how much you love Kitty and to not have her love you back must be so difficult! Just the way you look at her, your eyes say everything you wont say. And when you're not talking to her, and taking her to China, and wont look at her your eyes just show hurt. And I think that's why I respect you, and that's why I feel bad for you. Because it's apparent on how much she hurt you, obviously really but you never really give up on her. I mean yeah you treat her like crap, but I know you had a good reason to. You can't help but act the way you do, she cheated on you! Even though you shouldn't be so mean to poor Kitty. I mean, come on, everyone makes mistakes! Even you. But you guys fall in love again (or for the first time) and it all works out well, besides for you die. But! Your love is/was there and that's all that really matters, right?!

I just can not help but to love you. So congratulations for finally getting her to realize that you were meant to be together. And congratulations on having a child even though you didn't get to meet him (he's cute). And congratulations on just being you. You're perfect in your way. And I love it.

Understandably and Respectably yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Dear Mr. Bobby Conner,

I can't believe the way you just totally disregard Sarah. How can you do that? She's sweet and wonderful and beautiful. But, you know what, I'm glad you are a total arrogant jerk because then Sarah wouldn't end up with Jake, who I might add, is perfect! There really is no better person than Jake Anderson. I mean he hand makes boats!!! He respects her and he is so incredible. So, I guess in a way thank you for being a total butt head because Jake is perfect and through you Sarah ends up happily ever after with Jake. And it is Happily ever after!!! Because there is a such thing. Yeah, you're handsome and smart and a good father, but Jake is intelligent and witty and cute and totally awkward. All in which I believe are better qualities. Because there is a difference between smart and intelligent, I swear. So you suck, but thank you. It's because of bad experiences like you that women end up with "The One" or "The Perfect Person" or just someone better.................

Disgustidly yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Mr. Robert West,

I think you are a terrible father. And a terrrrrible husband. I'm just saying. You don't spend any time with your daughter, you don't help your wife with your newborn baby. Do you even care about your family? Do you care your daughter traveled all that way to spend the summer with you? Do you care you just had a newborn child??? You don't do anything. You ignore your daughter, you act like your wife is some sort of bimbo, and you don't even seem to notice the little being YOU created. And although I understand you're working on your book and that takes time, you should have enough time in your day to spend some of it with your family. Authors do it all the time. And you're really not even that've been writing this book for how long now??? I'm just sayin'. Spend some time with your family, get a clue. You're going to end up regretting it. Why do you think your first marriage failed???? Maybe you'll get it when your second one fails too. You suck. I don't like you.

NicholleLee Robertson.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Dear Marcus Flutie,

Marcus, can I just take the time to say I think you are magnificent. Wearing boyband t-shirts, stoping in your tracks to meditate, you're just fantastic. I admire your confidence, you're so sure of who you want to be by not knowing who you want to be. Does that make any sense? You do what you want and you truly do not care what anyone else in the world thinks. I admire that.
I was hanging on to you for so long and now that I it's over I can't let go of you. I thought I saw you 3 times yesterday!!! Which you know, is TOTALLY impossible. I pass people on the street and think of you, I hear people say things or I read a quote and I wish I could tell you because I know you would appreciate it. But, I can't and it's so hard for me to accept that we wont have our long days and nights together anymore. I don't want to repeat what has already happened, but knowing you're gone for good makes me want to repeat the past, go back to the beginning. But, I just feel like I can't do that. I don't know. I usually don't have a problem with that, but for some reason I can't with you. Maybe because it was too real. What I felt for you was too real, I don't know. And I feel like a goon saying that, but it might be true.
How can I explain to you my feelings for you??? When you bought Jessica that Barry Manillow toilet seat cover after two was so thoughtful. I couldn't believe you remembered how much she wanted that. And the way you sent her all those post cards that after what three years finally said the message "I Wish Our Love Was Right Now"...genius! I guess it's just the way you think everything through that I find so attractive. I mean, God. You're incredible.
I wish our times would never end. I could spend every second of every day for the rest of my life with you and never get bored or sick of you. And I guess that's all I can say.

Forever yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Dear Edward Cullen,

I am so over you! I'm sorry, but you're too liked now and it bothers me. I used to go to you when I was feeling sad and you would cheer me up. But now, it's like you're cheating on me! With all those other girls!!!! Arg. It used to be just you and me and those days were so nice. Of course I will always love you, we've gotten really bonded over these past 4 years (gosh, has it really been that long since we were introduced?!?!). I thought you were so perfect and I couldn't imagine how someone could be so perfect. But now, I realize you're....not. You know what to say when I'm feeling down, and I would have rather spent my time with you than anyone else I know (real or not), and you always had this way of making me think things could get better, and we were really meant for each other. But, we're not. You're too perfect and I get too jealous. There are so many other girls!!!! I miss it when it was just you and me and people made so much fun of us. I really do! But I'm not who I was and you, you're like this prodigy boy and people worship you. And I can't handle that. I'm sure you wont miss me much with all those other girls and all, but I will miss you. And I will think about our times together and always remember them. I'm not leaving you totally, but until these crazy, obsessed, giggling girls get over you I have to put you on the back burner. It's not you, it's me. Well, it's kind of you, but.... I'm sorry. I just can't handle walking around and seeing pieces of you EVERYWHERE, it's driving me nuts. So I think a little break between us would be best. Please try and understand. I really do love you very much. But, right now your loyalty is not towards me, we're in different places. Really, it is for the best!

Until next time,
NicholleLee Robertson

Monday, August 24, 2009

Letters to the people I actually can't talk to.

I've been contemplating what I want this blog to be about. At first I wanted to re-read my way through all the classics and write about my journey. And I still think that would be a fantastic idea. But as of right now, I don't have that time with school starting back up.
And then I got to thinking.... there are so many characters from books that I get attached to, maybe too attached. But attached none the less. And there is so much I want to say to them, etc. Like today, I couldn't stop thinking of Marcus Flutie, the love interest of Jessica Darling, the narrator of the most recent book series I finished. And I thought "Man, there's so much I want to say to him." I was craving his company almost, there were times when I walked down the sidewalk and thought someone looked like Marcus or wondered what Marcus would say about that person. Yet, he's a fictional character....he's not here. He's not even real!!! But to me, he so my head at least. Is that sane? Does that make me a total freak? Maybe. But, that's just who I am.
Anyways, so I got to thinking what if I made this a blog of letters. Letters to the fictional characters I love and can't get out of my head. What I would say to them if they were really here? Explain to them the way their words have helped me. I mean people write letters to their friends and people in their lives and in a way that's what I would be doing, these characters as creepy as it sounds, are people in my life. I spend more time in my head and in a book than I do in my own personal world.
I've gotten so accustomed to some of these characters from reading and re-reading that I feel like they truly are real people. Like with Sarah Dessen books, my favorite author, when I get into certain moods I crave the company of some of her characters so I'll go and read through the life of someone even though it will be the sixth or seventh time. And I'll feel better when I get to my favorite part or favorite line. And I wish so bad that I actually could talk to these characters in my daily life without being dubbed a totally insane freak or put into a mental hospital. I wish I could have a conversation with them.
So that's what I'll do. I'm going to write to them. My friends. From books.
And I'm not a crazy person. I swear. I just love books.