If you have any friends on Facebook who’ve ever read a book, then you’ve probably seen the little book challenge floating around. The gist of it is this: post 10 books that have “stuck with you” or “changed the way you think” and tag a few friends.
If you have any friends on Facebook who’ve ever read a book, then you’ve probably seen the little book challenge floating around. The gist of it is this: post 10 books that have “stuck with you” or “changed the way you think” and tag a few friends.
You’re too deep into it now, and Brooklyn is imploding on the life you thought you wanted. I’m thinking “yes.” I’m thinking “no.” I’m thinking, “I don’t know. Maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe it’s ok to not know.” Maybe it’s just hormones or my terrible job or this winter that keeps dancing with this indecision. But everything that happens is just so tragically because of something else. Maybe we’re not all meant to be the lovers we wanted to be.
The last time I was in Chicago for more than a day, I didn’t want to waste my time on the bullshit that tourists tend to waste their time on. To be fair, I was in love, so that’s where a lot of my attention was going. I was seventeen. The fact that I was going to Chicago at all didn’t really interest me.