I’m a prude. There I said it. Nobody thinks about me or people like me except when they want to play.
I’ve never been to parties. I’m always in the lib, trying to keep my head down. Hiding behind friends. Friend.
I hide the jealousy with responsibility, but it comes off as me being a prude. Why can’t be like them?
Blindly having fun with guns and knives. They enjoy beer with bloody hands. Lights would the only thing I would enjoy with them.
I will never pull them to where I am, but it isn’t fair for them to trap me here. Alone in the dark with the monsters. I need light.
This is a book review.
To start it off All The Bright Places is about two teens who met in a bell tower. Finch and Violet find themselves doing a project together; they need to find wonderful things in their state of Indiana. Slowly a romance builds while they’re wandering.
It’s a tale of grief, mental illness, and love.
I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH THAT I FUCKING RELATE TO FINCH. I’m glad that someone wrote Finch as well as Niven did. She did her research. What Finch was feeling, the black hole, the need to hurry about doing things…. It’s real. I felt those too. I could relate to Violet as well… The grieving part. It’s hard to move on and still want to remember your loved one.
Yes the plot is a bit predictable, that’s why I let myself not devour it because I knew it would break my heart. It did. I really wanted to cry but I was out in public so I didn’t.
This book is amazing and I can’t wait to have my copy signed soon.
Read this book. You won’t regret it.
You are all I remember.
The sound of your voice.
How your hair sticks out.
That smile you rarely give out.
I miss you, my love.
Where did you go?
You left me in the middle of the desert where we found our oasis.
Our paradise does not exist anymore because you left.
I’m still searching for you, my love.
Please let me see you through my blindfold.
If you want to get to know me or whatever please be informed by the following:
*Even if we spend time together for years, please know that I’m keeping secrets from you.
*I’m allergic to Mushrooms
*I can be emotional… sometimes.
*I will apologize for everything and anything.
*I have walls around me 24/7. They collapse every now and then.**
*I really like pizza.
Here’s your guide.
** If you’re the kind of person that can break people’s walls… Fuck you and good for you. Use that well, don’t be an asshole.
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I bought this book, because of Ellen Hopkins ( my fave author). Her books are my salvation and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on this novel.
The story is in the POV of Tara, a woman in her forties who doesn’t believe in love and treats almost everything as a business deal. She meets Cavin Lattimore and now she tries the concept of Love.
okay, so this book is a guilty pleasure. this is not a good book from Ellen Hopkins. Her style was different in this one and the character was unintentionally funny. The ending was a bit of a shock, but it felt forced in a way. I compare this book as if reading your fave smut novel, you can’t put it down but you know it’s not good.
I still love Ellen Hopkins, but I think I’ll stick to her YA novels.
It’s been a year full of words! Thanks for all your support, I hope I can write more for you. 🙂
Do you think the unthinkable lingers behind your mind? Are we all thinking about it? All I know is that it plants its roots deep enough for it to stay forever. I hope yours is out, and you’re growing flowers instead. Never let the weeds grow, plant trees.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
that’s what they say, it’s bullshit.
Next they’ll tell me the bottle will make me better
it doesn’t, it locks me in a cage. They call me
Xanthippe. a word that describes how I am
to them, most of the time.
I don’t disagree, I have something inside me.
More than Angst, More than Anger. I don’t understand.
Everyone says it’s all in my mind
Fuck that, it isn’t.
To call them blind is part of my message
and another is
“You’ll not find Peace but Entropy in me.
I hug her tight
She doesn’t put up a fight
She’s happy I’m here
She’s not alone
We are together. We are one.