I’m reading “The Book Thief” right now and find myself relating to Liesel because of how books become a necessity to her. There’s something wonderfully visceral about the way she interacts with them.
I’m reading “The Book Thief” right now and find myself relating to Liesel because of how books become a necessity to her. There’s something wonderfully visceral about the way she interacts with them.
I have this morbid urge to read the sequel to a book I love, just to see if the author fucks it up.
I’m sorry about your cancer.
“Skeleton Crew” by Stephen King. It included the short story “The Jaunt,” which I wish I hadn’t read because it was too scary. But it wasn’t bad.
I usually rant about it on Goodreads.
Only if I disliked the book.
“It’s a revelation.”