Screw this. No more huge life lessons shoved down my throat. No more gay and lesbian culture teaching me about understanding and acceptance. No more edgy classics that are supposed to inspire me to write well. My boyfriend is out of town the entire week of valentine's day having fun with his friends before he starts his new job and I am stuck here subbing all week at a middle school, going to the dentist and listening to what few friends I have left bitch about how "at least you have a valentine," and I'm just going to read a god damned piece of chick lit shit that will let me be self indulgent and wallow in my fairytale self pity.
Two chapters into this thing and I realize...I was horribly, horribly mistaken.
This book is NOT a light and fluffy romantic comedy turned novel. It's a self help book in disguise.
So I have fallen victim to the multiplebooksatthesametime trap. I'm not going to stop reading this book, but I need something to even it out.
It's perfect: a collection of short stories. The imagery is beautiful and this guy is actually subtle in the messages he tries to send in between the lines of his words.
I'm going to be able to handle this. I can multi-task like no other. Really.
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Where are you getting all these books from? Are you actually buying them??
And, can I borrow some?
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i've bought and been given so many books over the last few years and haven't read half of them. i've got a shelf dedicated to all the books i need to read, and i am just going down the list.
of course, you can borrow any that you like. you can come over and scope em out, or i can pass you the ones i'm done with.
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