OMG, y'all. This book. That writing.

Had some time on my hands today, so I made a Cathy Ames inspired getup on Polyvore. It was actually a lot of fun, and definitely an interesting, different way to think about a character. To me, anyway.

I am eighteen in my mind I am eighteen

So excited to start this one. I am so in love with this sentence and I don't even know why.

First nonfiction Murakami. I'm excited.

My god I love this man.

There is a line in everything which it is dangerous to overstep; and when it has been overstepped, there is no return.

'I'll make up my mind on that point by to-morrow, Miss Catherine,' I replied. 'It requires some study; and so I'll leave you to your rest, and go think it over.' I thought it over aloud, in my master's presence; walking straight from her room to his, and relating the whole story.

Oh, Nelly Dean.

"Choose your bridge, Mr. Pip," returned Wemmick, "and take a walk upon your bridge, and pitch your money into the Thames over the center arch of your bridge, and you know the end of it. Serve a friend with it, and you may know the end of it too, but it's a less pleasant and profitable end."

Reading this while listening to Listz has been a pretty enjoyable way to spend this cool, rainy day.

I started this morning, and meant to read a chapter or two. Oops.

I wasn't the biggest Tina Fey fan before starting Bossypants, but damn, I sure have laughed out loud at several parts already.

"Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones."

"But I can't blame my parents for our poverty because my mother and father are the twin suns around which I orbit and my world would EXPLODE without them."

"I hoped and prayed that they would someday forgive me for leaving them. I hoped and prayed that I would someday forgive myself for leaving them."

I am a fan of emoji. I think that as I read the last 50 or so pages, I looked like this the entire time: 😩 Ugh. I just... ugh. How awful. Yet 100% worth reading over and over.

I tried so hard to read this, but it was just too boring. I got about halfway through and decided, you know what, I finished Freedom. That's good enough. I was disappointed because I was sort of curious about what happened to the characters. Just not curious enough, I guess!

I so love this book. Edith Wharton is phenomenal at creating stories that quietly destroy you in the end. New York society people, love triangles... all that good stuff. "Each time you happen to me all over again."

Holly Golightly is not what I imagined. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but thanks to pop culture references, I guess I thought I had a pretty good impression of her. Nope. This may be an unpopular opinion, but while I enjoyed the story, I didn't enjoy Holly very much. I'm conflicted!

"Never love a wild thing."

Second time reading this. Einstein, while working on his theory of relativity, dreams each night of a world in which time behaves differently. The consequences are small but significant. My heart broke in a million different ways. Thought-provoking and touching.

I wanted something easy that I could breeze through, and this did it for me. It wasn't award-winning fiction, but I didn't expect it to be. I enjoyed the relationship between the mother and daughter, although some of it was unbelievable for a 9 year old. Pretty good, though!