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On Saturday night I stayed up until 3:30am so I could finally finish One Hundred Years of Solitude. That book is insane. SO MUCH happens. But because so much happens, and so quickly, it felt very dense to me, and I could only take about a chapter at a time. The imagination in that story is impressive, the characterization is fantastic, and the themes are really interesting. I'm glad I never had to study it in class, though; that tends to kill a lot of the enjoyment of a book.
Now I have to choose between Slouching Towards Bethlehem, The Book of Lost Things, and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. (After I finish reading Mockingjay. Teen lit is delicious and calorie-free.)
Also: with all the time I spend on the internet, and on YouTube in particular, how did it take me so long to hear about Charlie McDonnell? I wish I had a brother just like him, he's so sweet and dorky and funny.
Now I have to choose between Slouching Towards Bethlehem, The Book of Lost Things, and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. (After I finish reading Mockingjay. Teen lit is delicious and calorie-free.)
Also: with all the time I spend on the internet, and on YouTube in particular, how did it take me so long to hear about Charlie McDonnell? I wish I had a brother just like him, he's so sweet and dorky and funny.