25 is a moment. It took me quite a few moons to get to this age.
This is the first birthday that I’ve actually looked forward to, felt excited about, etc. It takes too much energy to be someone actively against birthdays and I don’t naturally possess enough to be someone for them, so I generally land right smack in the middle of energetic indifference. I just have this feeling about 25. That sounds like something everyone this age says but I really mean it!
One of these years I’m going to run out of gimmicks.
This is not that year.
About three things I was absolutely positive. And “I love Forks” was every single one of them.
A week or so prior to moving, my mother instituted a ban on my buying any more books until after my arrival in North Carolina. I know. “You’ve got a ton you haven’t even read yet!” She said. “You don’t have any more room to pack them!” She even went so far as to physically remove theContinue reading “Recent Reads – July 2016”