Spuddy Buddies

i can’t turn this around, i keep running into walls

You know what?

I think I'm a genius. I keep picking out crazy books. My keen eye for books has been too eager, leading me to make mistakes I shouldn't have made. But then again, that's where you learn from. The bloody mistakes you wish you could take back after you realize how stupid you've been.

Sigh. I've just read one of the most complicated books ever to be written. It's by Ann Brashares and it's called The Last Summer of you and me. And it's just nuts. I'm having a headache after reading it and I'm not even half way through. This shows how much brain power I've used to understand what's going on. Or not. It's probably just the bad lighting in my room. The lighting that my family has been worrying about for my sake.

Example 1:

Dad comes into the room and looks at me, reading. He stands there for a moment, hand on his hip then goes: Are you trying to spoil your eyes? or Is this light bright enough? Do you want me to bring in the reading lamp?

No, thanks Dad.

Example 2:

Then, aunt sits down on the bed and looks down at me for a while. She goes, Why don't you angle yourself this way so that your shadow isn't blocking the words? It's not bright enough in here.

So yeah. That light is probably giving this headache. Bleh! :/

Anyways, I was talking about the book. Yeah. It's complicated. It has too much tiny, microscopic detail of everything about everything. You know what I mean? First it's in the past then it's in the future then it's about the past again. There's too much history, too much detailed emotion, too much craziness about coming home and going away. There isn't much of a story like that anyway. Should've known but I was blinded by... my greed to devour good books.

And I never did like The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants because I found it kind of stupid but I know a lot of people love it. It's... twisted and written by the same author. Maybe I don't know how to appreciate it. Maybe I don't think like those people who reviewed it as amazing, unputdownable, deep, funny?, a good book to read during summer. Maybe I'm just too childish for 'mature' books. I don't know.

So... any fans of Ann Brashares here? I'd gladly sell this book off to you. Brand new and looks new. Um, oh great, there's a movie coming out for it too. Um, exclude me? Thanks.

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