I love working here, and I love reading what people write here even more.
“Flint, Michigan. Ugly, the water will kill you, and everyone’s on heroin.”
So here’s my recommendation: pick up at least one of these books before you head to school in August.
I read when I want to kill time. I read when I get stressed. I read when I’m angry. I read as my mom shouts at me for skipping meals and choosing books. I read in an attempt to slip away from the monotony of existence.
I wish there was a way to force everyone on the planet to read ‘The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck’.
Whatever the occasion, there’s a book for us to pair with this summer.
If I’ve learned anything from this story and from YA in general, it’s that sympathy is a very easy thing to feel when you have someone’s best interest at heart.
Because it’s hard to sit there and write a book. Really really hard. Someone should write a book how hard it is.
Every day, I do the thing that I have always wanted to do—the thing I believe I was put on earth to do.
All self-help is bullsh*t. It’s hard to choose yourself when an iceberg hits the Titanic.