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A Summer Love Triangle MAG

April 12, 2009
By LexiPreiser SILVER, Westport, Connecticut
LexiPreiser SILVER, Westport, Connecticut
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It was July, the summer of 2007. Briny air clung to my skin as I stretched my towel out over the sand. The sun was hot but not uncomfortable. I reached into my beach bag, excited to have a free day at the beach. I pulled a tattered, mildew-scented paperback out of my bag and groaned. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a restful day after all.

My dad is a voracious reader, and for his fiftieth birthday I had created a private book club for the two of us. He is constantly traveling for business, so I thought it would be a great way to spend time together doing something we both love. The first book on our list was Charles Dickens’ David Copperfield. My vision had been lofty: we would read side by side in huge leather chairs and discuss interesting themes while sipping cappuccino and educating ourselves with great literature.

Dad had embraced my vision and plowed through the heavy tome with gusto. In fact, three months had passed since he finished the book, while I hadn’t gotten past the first three long, dull pages.

Surprised by how quickly the summer days were drifting by, I promised myself that July was the month of Dickens and Dickens alone. But the constant lure of the warm ocean and cool breezes left me with little time to settle into a good book. When I sunbathed with my friends, they would doze, flip through magazines, or read chick-lit beach books. There I was, the next towel over, trying to focus my sun-soaked eyes on the pages of Dickens’ magnificent yet exhausting prose. The margins were so small, the print so miniscule! As the days sweated along, I began to dread opening that torn and musty book resting reproachfully on my nightstand.

I had made some progress (page 20 of 805) when, on July twenty-first, just as I was dog-earing my page to grab some lunch, my mother called up that a package was waiting for me in the kitchen.

I double-checked the date before I allowed my heart to start racing. It was the twenty-first, to be sure – the date pre-ordered books had been promised. My hands began to shake with anticipation; every limb in my body trembled as I realized the long-awaited day had arrived. I flung poor David Copperfield to the foot of my bed and sprinted downstairs, each mad footstep screaming Harry’s name.

The shipping label stated to the world that he belonged to me. After I’d spent months dreaming of his arrival, Harry Potter, the seventh and final, was at last mine. Thoughts of young Copperfield and his foolish wife, Dora, were swept aside as my elated mind cleared room for incantations and potion recipes.

With excitement, I tore open the package, freeing Harry from his bonds. Cardboard shreds fell to the floor as I held the book for the first time. Its brand-new yellow cover shone like the blazing sun. Mine, all mine! I hugged the thick novel to my chest, welcoming Harry into my arms, welcoming him home.

Eating wasn’t necessary; I had a private date with Harry Potter planned for this evening. I carried him to my room and placed him on my pillow. I unconsciously put Copperfield in my nightstand drawer, hiding him in the darkness while I slowly opened the cover of my new treasure.

Harry smelled delicious. I think he was wearing my favorite cologne: new book. Not a hint of mildew in his beguiling aroma. Propping the book up on my knees, I dove into the magical world I had missed so dearly.

Hours passed me by unknowingly until it was three in the morning; I was the only one up in my house. I pulled my lamp closer so the room was black except for the halo of light surrounding Harry and me. Guilty thoughts of my abandoned David flickered across my mind as I turned the pages. I had never stayed up this late to be with him, never skipped dinner to enjoy David’s quiet company. I felt like I was in a whirlpool, being sucked deep into this addictive relationship with Harry.

A corner of my mind considered David, growing dusty in my drawer, alone and deserted. What would he think of me? I feared his judgment, his mute reproach. But wait, Harry had defeated Voldemort! He was going to beat him once and for all! My eyes swelled with proud tears and my throat tightened at the thought of my beloved grinning triumphantly over his fallen enemy.

Thoughts of Copperfield vanished as I realized that it was over, all over; the boy I had spent five years of my life obsessing and fantasizing over was now a grown man and married. The epilogue left me no room for interpretation; Harry was lost forever, bound to that red-haired brat. He was gone, ­escaping from my eager grasp as quickly as he had entered it. Rejection stabbed me like a Cruciatus Curse.

The next morning I was cranky. My scrambled eggs had a copper aftertaste, and I gave a nasty look to anyone who asked me to pass the orange juice. I felt dissatisfied not only by the mediocre eggs but by the way Harry Potter ended – and the realization that it had ended. I had let myself get so absorbed in this fantasy world that I couldn’t fathom a return to reality. Had the past 12 hours really ended? Could it be? Was Harry no longer a part of my life?

I couldn’t accept that I would never experience that tingling rush of excitement upon opening a just-released Potter book again. Never again would I smell the distinctive bouquet of freshly printed pages mixed with mystery and anticipation. Never again would my imagination be so thoroughly captivated that I could hardly eat or drink, let alone sleep.

My melancholy attitude persisted throughout the day. Lying on the blistering sand as my magical fling faded, my thoughts reverted to an earlier and perhaps deeper love. Dear old David Copperfield sat patiently in my canvas bag, awaiting my caress. The paperback felt flimsy in my hands, so used to Harry’s durable hard cover. The texture was not unwelcome, however, and I admired David’s classic appeal with a new appreciation. The novel fell open to where I had left off and, like a lost friend, he raced back into my life with undiminished fervor. With one last longing sigh for my lost Harry, I dove back into my relationship with David with renewed commitment.

As the humid July nights melted into cooler August ones, I nestled close to his fictional body. We sat together throughout the tiresome five-hour plane ride to California. His intelligent prose comforted me as I fought with my best friend. David aged, became a widower, and wrote a book as I made new friends, enjoyed the summer heat, and readied myself for the coming school year.

The dense pages began to loosen up as I learned to appreciate David’s wit and remarkable intellect. Where I had previously thought us so different, I began to see that we shared much. Throughout the time we spent together, he made me laugh, cry, and think. My eyes grew accustomed to the small print as I felt myself being drawn into an even more vivid world than Harry Potter’s.

My friends questioned the bulky novel I lugged around. Why wasn’t I reading the latest Gossip Girl? Could that thick text really be just for fun? No one could understand my relationship with Copperfield, nor could they identify with my desperate need to stay up all night with Potter.

I never mentioned to David my activities that night he spent in the drawer. The adulterous secret burned in my chest like a hot coal. But I decided that what David didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. As I lay awake one evening, shivering in the cool breeze from my window, I realized that few people could comprehend the affection I shared for my two conflicting loves, David and Harry.



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on Dec. 28 2011 at 8:21 pm
yaythisisavailable GOLD, Simpsonville, South Carolina
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This is absolutely BRILLIANT

on Nov. 14 2011 at 7:09 pm
Savannalore SILVER, North Branch, South Dakota
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Favorite Quote:
Art is all about mistakes and knowing which ones to keep.

I LOOOOVVEEEEE Harry Potter!! But I was happy he ended up with Ginny in the end. I always thought they were perfect for each other:) The reason for my hating the ending was that it didn't leave any room for continuation!!! It kills me to know there's nothing more to learn:( Awesome story, five stars:)

on Oct. 1 2011 at 11:59 am
zadiekatie23 PLATINUM, Rio Rancho, New Mexico
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Favorite Quote:
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss

This was a brilliant piece of writing. Throughout it I had to keep reminding myself that it was nonfiction. I liked the way you made the characters real people that you had relationships with and connections to. Congrats on making magazine; you deserved it. ;)

Chazz SILVER said...
on Sep. 9 2011 at 6:42 pm
Chazz SILVER, Key Biscayne, Florida
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Hey :) Just wanted to say i absolutely loved your story! Amazingly well written, and super innovative. Very creative:) I share the same obsession with Harry Potter, and any book in general :P Keep writing, you're really very talented!

on Sep. 9 2011 at 3:52 pm
HannahPaige SILVER, Elkins Park, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"One can't complain. I have my friends. Someone spoke to me only yesterday." -Eeyore

He said it better than I could have.

I love this so much. i felt myself thinking of the books as actual people, which i guess is what you were trying to portray. so great job! 

on Sep. 9 2011 at 9:38 am
AyeshaMuzaffar BRONZE, Lahore, Other
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Your story was love. I read it 4 times today. My favorite part was where your H.P book had your "new book" cologne. 

on Sep. 9 2011 at 7:51 am
musicisthegoodlife GOLD, Daegu, Other
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Totally not what I was expecting(in a good way)-it was absolutely amazing :) You have a gift of luring people into your writing.  keep writing~!

novella BRONZE said...
on Aug. 18 2011 at 12:28 pm
novella BRONZE, Greer, South Carolina
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this is fantastic! i kept waiting for the guys to show up, and then i was like, "oh, wait, its the books!" i completely understand your feelings, and it was so well written, it was almost like i was reading a story about myself. beautiful!

on Aug. 18 2011 at 1:52 am
BeckoningLovely GOLD, Wilmington, Delaware
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Favorite Quote:
"I think our favorite quotes say more about us than the people we are quoting," John Green

This is one of my favorite pieces on TeenInk ever.

on Jul. 27 2011 at 3:34 pm
Lola_Black GOLD, Harrison, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"I've always been famous. It's just everybody's just now finding out." --Lady Gaga

I absolutely adore the way you compare reading to romance! Very creative!

on Jul. 5 2011 at 7:45 pm
abnormal PLATINUM, Jonesboro, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
Truth is eternal. Knowledge is changeable. It is disastrous to confuse them.

-Madeleine L'Engle

Very creative!!!  I have the exact same love for Harry Potter, and I was heartbroken when I learned he wasn't going to be with me anymore.  I never got into Dickens, but I love your story!!!!

on Jul. 5 2011 at 4:03 pm
LifeWrite PLATINUM, Westfield, New Jersey
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I love this! I totally wasn't expecting it to be about two different books--very cleverly done! I also LOVE Harry Potter and I was left feeling so empty when I finished the series... :,( Hehe. You have a great sense of how to draw people into you writing. Awesome job! :)

on Jul. 5 2011 at 2:19 pm
Jean16Bean PLATINUM, Batavia, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Writing is not hard. Just get paper and pencil, sit down and write as it occurs to you. The writing is easy-it's the occurring that's hard."-Stephen Leacock

This was really clever! You did a great job!. I tried to read Dickens myself but became VERY bored.

on Jul. 5 2011 at 5:29 am
wow. book-love?!

on Jul. 5 2011 at 1:04 am
dia.dreamer GOLD, Kochi, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"I saw an angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." - Michelangelo
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am." - Sylvia Plath

Oh my God....this was unexpected, but I LOVED IT!!! You PERFECTLY described what it feels like to choose between two books...one you love, and one you know you should read...! NEVER STOP WRITING!!

on Jun. 13 2011 at 4:47 pm
TinyPineapple SILVER, New York City, New York
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Favorite Quote:
The past doesn't ever count, what does count is what you are now. ~ “Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.”

I love it!

Choosing between two books, plus crushing over which to be indulged in. I know what it feels like. Thumbs up - your writing rocks. ^v^


on Jun. 13 2011 at 3:03 pm
twix.n.pixi.stix7 GOLD, Stewartsville, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"you can dream big
or you can dream small
the important thing
is that you're dreaming at all"
~me! haha i wrote that :)

that was very creative but definitely not what i was expecting! great work!

StarWorks said...
on Jun. 13 2011 at 5:04 am
StarWorks, A, Other
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Love it! I'm glad you got published :D

on May. 22 2011 at 2:47 pm
Angel_eyes SILVER, New York City, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Life goes on no matter what so live life with those that truly deserve you."

This made me laugh when I realized what it was about I was expecting it to be about guys but boy was I wrong lols I thought it was cute and very original I'm glad to have finally read something different keep up the good work and if you get the chance sometime check out my work I'd really appreciate some feedback 

on May. 22 2011 at 9:14 am
BeiberChick1419 BRONZE, Lilburn, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
Don't tell me the sky's the limit when I know there are footprints on the moon.

hahahahah i love this! i opened it thinking "hmmm, a romantic summer romance, thats what i need" but boy was i wrong!! (:i love your style of writing, and i love the emotion behind it!! (((: WRITE MORE PLEASEE!


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