Books, words.
I feel ... wordly. And like I haven't been reading enough. At all.
This stems from the mentality of Howqua where I decided that I would not read past Term 3 because precious time was slipping away, and how could I waste it?
Now, though, I'll be in a room, with books, there. And lots of time. Because when the internet is a few rooms away, time seems to increase...
I miss the stretching feeling that reading gives you.
So. Please recommend me a book, fiction, or non-fiction, that you love, or that has changed you, or made you see the world with newly-stretched eyes, or given you back a little innocence, wonder.
Or fic. :P Though, that sort of defeats the purpose of this post. Ah well. ^^
P.S. Poetry.
This stems from the mentality of Howqua where I decided that I would not read past Term 3 because precious time was slipping away, and how could I waste it?
Now, though, I'll be in a room, with books, there. And lots of time. Because when the internet is a few rooms away, time seems to increase...
I miss the stretching feeling that reading gives you.
So. Please recommend me a book, fiction, or non-fiction, that you love, or that has changed you, or made you see the world with newly-stretched eyes, or given you back a little innocence, wonder.
Or fic. :P Though, that sort of defeats the purpose of this post. Ah well. ^^
P.S. Poetry.