Lolita...
I've never had to read a book with a translator or something to help me, but with this book "Lolita" a lot of it is in french. So I have to lie with my laptop and the book so when he speaks in french I just translate it. Its a bit tedious but also fun when I guess and im right. This book is completely not what I expected its actually about a man who covets little girls but the way he writes about makes it sound like theres nothing wrong with that. Vanity Fair- Said that is "The only convincing love story of our century." I still haven't finished the book, yet I don't see how its the greatest love story since its with a man and a girl.
I guess you can't judge a book by its cover or summary...Reuben always introduces me to the best songs!!!
Crazy Beautiful
Like a splinter in my thumb, you're not going anywhere,
Not like I care 'cos I have got used to it,
Refuse to quit.
You're like the label in my shirt that keeps scratching at my back,
Then I forget 'cos I've come immune to it,
Go figure it.
Knew you were trouble back then but that's what turned me on,
It's all wrong.
Suitcase, some baggage and a head sheet
Sweep down, guess that it's crazy beautiful,
Crazy beautiful.
You're like the tattoo lying on the back door,
Regret smashing her fist into the wall,
Crazy beautiful,
She's worth it all.
She leaves the ashtray on the bed,
She don't sense any thoughts in her head,
She just has to get them out,
Can't shut her mouth.
She's like a song that's in my brain,
But every other lyric says my name,
And I just can't turn it off,
Can't get enough.
Knew you were trouble back then but that's what turned me on,
It's all wrong.
I guess you can't judge a book by its cover or summary...Reuben always introduces me to the best songs!!!
Crazy Beautiful
Like a splinter in my thumb, you're not going anywhere,
Not like I care 'cos I have got used to it,
Refuse to quit.
You're like the label in my shirt that keeps scratching at my back,
Then I forget 'cos I've come immune to it,
Go figure it.
Knew you were trouble back then but that's what turned me on,
It's all wrong.
Suitcase, some baggage and a head sheet
Sweep down, guess that it's crazy beautiful,
Crazy beautiful.
You're like the tattoo lying on the back door,
Regret smashing her fist into the wall,
Crazy beautiful,
She's worth it all.
She leaves the ashtray on the bed,
She don't sense any thoughts in her head,
She just has to get them out,
Can't shut her mouth.
She's like a song that's in my brain,
But every other lyric says my name,
And I just can't turn it off,
Can't get enough.
Knew you were trouble back then but that's what turned me on,
It's all wrong.