I’m slightly outraged at the wordpress app and my internet connection for screwing up and deleting my
precious previous post. The edited, refined version that no one ever got to read.
No one but me, that is. But that doesn’t count.
I haven’t read in a while. I haven’t immersed myself in a book for hours, like the way I used to. I haven’t bought a book since last year. And ever since my ipad died, I haven’t been downloading new reading material either. For someone who likes escaping reality, it’s incredible how I’ve survived this long.
I’ve just finished reading a very average, very teen book. It’s nothing extraordinary, your typical sappy YA bullshit but for some reason I’m in tears. I’m actually crying over a book again. And I can’t believe this.