Okay, so as it turns out, I’m obsessed with the works of rainbow rowell.
Right now I’m reading eleanor & park (I’ve already read Attachments and Fangirl) and I am honestly so in love with it. I’m so passionate about this book that it feels like reading used to feel. I don’t care about whether it’s considered to be good, I don’t care what reading it says to people about me, I’m not at all conscious of the wider world as it relates to this book, I’m just breathless.
I love these two characters, I don’t ever feel comfortable putting the book down because I am always desperate to know what will happen to them next. It’s not like it’s action packed, it’s just about two people living their lives, but I am so invested.
I am so glad I was raised a reader because the way a book like this makes me feel is completely unique. It’s not that it’s the best feeling in the world, but it’s certainly wonderful and there’s nothing like it.
Urgh, don’t you just hate it when you’re on the train/bus/space-shuttle and someone takes the seat next to you when there are other seats free? Ugh!
This blog is now just relatable posts.
Ugh, don’t you hate when time keeps moving and you can’t keep up and you don’t have enough of it and you realise you’ll probably never be a world leader or the new Brad Pitt? Ugh!
Don’t you just hate the great void? Don’t you just hate shouting into the void? The way it rips your very voice from your larynx and the air from you chest? Don’t you hate living in the shadow of oblivion? Ugh!
Real women eat squirrels.
Vegetarians are not real women. They are not real at all.
Vegetarians were made up by the US government in 1967 to discredit the Soviet Union. The word vegetarian is Latin for “scam” or “turnip farmer” depending on context.