You're the Voice: Francesca on the warm and fuzzies (and the cold and slimies)
Today I’m going to talk about a very serious concept that I briefly mentioned in my first post: the warm and fuzzies. Trust me guys, it’s a legit thing.
You know when you finish a book and the ending is so lovely and nice you just want to hug the author and congratulate their parents on their perfect spawn? The last book I read, Beatle Meets Destiny, had this. *Spoiler alert* The guy gets the girl, everyone ends up with who they’re supposed to and the last line is the kind of one that makes you close the book silently, look up to the heavens/ stars/ ceiling and sigh, while the background behind you fades to black and little hearts sparkle around you. (I’ll give you a moment to vomit discreetly into the bag of the kid next to you.) *End spoiler alert*
One of my ABSOLUTE favourite books The Wall and the Wing by Laura Ruby is also like this. It doesn’t make you melt with its astounding romantic loveliness, but it ties up every loose end. When you finish it you go “oooohh” as in “ I see what you did there, you clever little thing you” as opposed to “aahhh” as in “I’m going to compare the predominant relationship and every aspect of it to every other movie, book, TV show or real life predicament I ever experience”.
And while I’m on the subject, I feel I should discuss the opposite of warm and fuzzies - cold and slimies ( I came up with the term cold and slimies by myself, my parents must be so proud). This is where you read the book, and it may be good, but about half way through (or in particularly heartbreaking and traumatic cases, at the end) it just… stops being good. You realise you hate the main character, the setting is stupid and the antagonist is infuriatingly insipid.
Luckily, this has only happened to me on about 3 occasions, and one of them was when I realised I hated Tara in Dance Academy. (Don’t take this the wrong way though: I love Dance Academy and will write a sternly worded letter if they don’t make a third season. I just can’t stand Tara.)
And now, it is time for me to go and watch the vow, in which I shall NOT cry no matter what everyone says. I’m a very manly person. *Spoiler alert for season 2 of Dance Academy and season 7 of Doctor Who* I only cried for like, 3 days after Sammy dies in Dance Academy, and I only had withdrawal symptoms for a month after Rory died (I mean, like really died. Properly. The one where he didn’t come back to life.). I’m also swift as a coursing river, and have all the force of a great typhoon.