Hullo, my dear and faithful readers! Welcome to the second installment of It’s Real Monday!
For the past week, I’ve been snatching moments of reading in between tour books and NetGalley e-books to read Agnes at the End of the World by Kelly McWilliams. Last night, I read about five chapters before going to bed. The product of my voracious reading? A dream about Agnes.
Let me tell you a little bit about the book first. Agnes at the End of the World, or just Agnes as it is fondly called by the author, is a dystopian novel about a cult named Red Creek. The main character, Agnes, and her family live in said cult, blissfully unaware that there is a deadly virus sweeping the planet, turning people into monsters. That is, until an Outsider tells Agnes. And she must choose between running from the cult, or hiding from the virus.
As it’s described on the back of the book, The Village meets After the Fire. I haven’t read/watched either of those so I don’t get the reference, but I’m sure some of you guys will.
Anyways, so after reading about five chapters of Agnes, I went to bed. And my brain decided to chuck me right into the story world. (And just to give you context, one of Red Creek’s rules is girls can’t wear red.)
This was my dream:
I was in Red Creek, standing amongst the prairie grass as the sun was setting, and Agnes was with me. Her brown hair was coming out of its braid, and tied with a red ribbon, like on the book’s cover. We just stood there, watching the sun set. Then she sighed and turned to me while brushing her hair from her face.
Then she said: “Now that we’re out, can we wear red?”
That was when I woke up. I couldn’t help but laugh. Because my brain pictured Agnes as a rebel when really, Agnes was the obedient one. She was brazenly standing amidst Red Creek with a red ribbon in her hair, thinking rebellious thoughts.
You know when a book really wraps itself around someone’s heart when they start to dream about the book. I think that’s only happened to me a couple times before. Once, after reading The Tide of Unmaking by Wayne Thomas Batson (gave me nightmares!) and once after reading Warrior by Bryan Davis. Although, that last one was not really sleep but more like a drug-induced vision after getting high off happy gas at the dentist’s office. But that’s a story for another day.
Let’s chat! Have you ever had any bookish dreams? Let me know in the comments!