Publisher's Synopsis
As I am editing this, it is strange for me to reread this book; A collection of deeply personal posts that described how important the sequel trilogy was for me, in what was probably the darkest time of my life. The first post is written on 28 January 2018, a little over two weeks after my cat Max died, who had been suffering from explainable an unexplainable ailments since spring 2016. Our relationship had become symbiotic. 2017 Had been an emotional year. My best friend migrated to the United States and I knew it would be the last holiday season my cat Max would be with me. It was also the year The Last Jedi came out, in December 2017. I impulse-attended it, and I was blown away. I fell in love with the dark side warrior Kylo Ren and I went to see it again and again. I brought all my friends, and if they didn't know Star Wars I would give a 30 minute-crash course in the lobby of cinema, so that they went in prepared. In total I saw The Last Jedi 8 times in the theater, in the final weeks around Max's death. After Max died, I ordered a Kylo Ren doll who became my companion. I also bought The Force Awakens on dvd and when The Last Jedi came out on dvd I bought that one too. Just like other fans I, I had my eyes on the horizon, on December 2019 when the last installment of the trilogy would premiere. It would also be the month my love relationship ended. It is around those moments, early 2018 and December 2019, that these diary entries and stories were written. And rereading them, I think it is safe to say having this topic, this interest, and something to hold on to for two years, is what got me through. The Star Wars sequel trilogy and the talking Kylo Ren doll, saved me. May the Force be with you. Always. Lauren Harteveld 18 August 2021
