I’ve been horrible at updating with books. I just got bogged down in like February and have been failing at catching up ever since.

But I did finish The Fault in Our Stars. I’m almost done with Why We Broke Up. American Gods is probably the densest book (at least in my opinion) that I’ve read since my awful Brit Lit class sophomore year of college and I’m only half way through it. I did reread Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and I’m planning on going through the entire series this summer.

And really the list is ever growing. But maybe just maybe I’ll catch up.

I’m hoping I’ll have time for one large update once I get through the next week, but then camp starts so who knows.

I know I fail. I’m sorry. Gah. I’m sorry.

Sometimes it scares me how I immerse myself in fiction, I feel like one day I’ll sink right into it and never find my way back.
— Ara (via i-am-ara)
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everthorne:

IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD’S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS

If you read one book a week, starting at the age of 5, and live to be 80, you will have read a grand total of 3,900 books, a little over one-tenth of 1 percent of the books currently in print.
— Lewis Buzbee, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop (via prettybooks)(via ipomoeaandthestarstealers)
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So I’m reading “Why We Broke Up”

And it’s like a continual flashback to moments in my own life. It’s comforting and disturbing all at once.

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And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
— Kite Runner (via sarah-n-dipity)
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