TRIGGER WARNING: This post discusses part of my personal experience with depression.
My goal this year was diversity. I wanted culture, I wanted language, I wanted content. I wanted science and social studies and politics and history and sport. I wanted everything. It’s safe to say that my choices so far are satisfactory and well in line with my hopes and dreams. I’ve read another book before this one (How to Be a Woman by Caitlin Moran) and a review of that should come shortly, but let’s tackle this book first.
I’ve heard about this book about this book two years ago around the same time I was reading the Fault in Our Stars. For some reason, people kept bringing up the two them together, drawing comparisons. One day, I was at a bookstore sale and saw the beautiful edition that I’ve had on my Book Depository wishlist forever and, of course, I had to get it. I was confronted with opportunity to go spend 3 hours at the dentist’s a few days ago. And before I left the house, I made the very good decision of taking this book with me.
January in my country is special for book lovers because of the book fair. This is the event we wait for all year; this is when I stock up on books for the entire year. When I posted a hazy picture of my shopping list, some people requested to see them up close. I realised that it might be helpful, jog people’s memory and so on, and I’d made up my mind to post today, so…
Hello lovely people! I hope your year has been going great so far; mine has been busy the way it has been for months. I do finish exams in a couple of weeks though, and I’m hoping I can manage being more active on the blog. I was quite disappointed by the end of the year stats; apprently, I’ve only made 24 posts throughout the whole year, and that’s a shame. I’ve read great books (coincidently, 24 as well) and didn’t get the chance to tell you all about them or have anything concrete to remember them by or reference later on. I hope this remorse will fuel my dedication to reviewing throughout the next year, even if I’m busy.
I found myself wondering a while ago about what it must’ve been like for me the first time it rained. I can’t seem to remember it, but I do hope that I hadn’t seen it on TV or been told about it until it happened.