A L L M Y T E X T S A R E F R O M F A C E B O O K

I don't get suspicious texts,

but if I did--I think I'd tell someone. Right away. Because I'm a wimp and just do things that way. But not these girls. They knew that would make for a terrible plot. They let that whole "we're in danger" stew for a while. And drug out the whole ordeal 8 books. Thank god. I love it.

I've been reading the Pretty Little Liars series and I'm not ashamed to say it. I like a little chick lit, and really, it's a mystery. I think it's fabulous and I'm not going to quit just because it has a few too many love interests. Because I'm interested in love, I really am.

Inquiring minds want to know, out in Fiction World--how does it work? Is loving an older man the way to go, a teacher, a brother? I mean, all that drama, makes it work--doesn't it?

"If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad."

I'm not "happy" but I'm better. I doubt you read my blog, but yeah. I'm not as good as you. At all. But my friends sort of rock and yours sort of suck. And books sort of love me and boys sort of don't. Books love you, they wait for you, they want you forever. Books are perfect boyfriends, even John Green said that.

I'm not great though, reading about these girls with lives, eerily simlar to mine in some ways, has brought up some unwanted memories, things I'd like to push away from my mind--from the not so distant past. Things I'd like to forgive and forget. But, I don't think I ever will. And I think they know that. Or else, I'd be around. I'll never say a word.

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W H I L E Y O U W E R E S H O P P I N G

I don't want to confuse you (you, you, not "Daniel-you" to whom this is referring).

I went furniture shopping with Daniel and his family yesterday. Daniel is getting an apartment. I want an apartment. I got a book. We were not book shopping for his apartment, though. We were book shopping for Daniel's brother, Garett, and I was book shopping for me. And Bebeh Blair told me to read this book. And I do love Bebeh, and books, and curiosity. Andbutso, it was good. I read it on eight different couches, one pallet/bed, and one vehicle. I read it yesterday, when I bought it, by "read" I mean "devoured." It was delicious. I loved it.

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Pros: I loved the narrator/main character, adorable point-of-view, perfect pace, wonderful story line and idea and just a great sense of purpose to the whole thing, nothing seemed weird or out of place at all. It all fit so perfectly it seemed real.

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Cons: It reminded me of Flowers For Algernon, which was a book I enjoyed, but they were just really similar narrators, I thought. And the whole rat thing. It was just eerie. However, I do love both books a lot.

I just finished reading Perks of Being a Wallflower, and making the Table of Contents for the literary magazine. Both books are great and I plan to read over and over and over.