i dream about it.
i find almost every other quote SO funny and clever.
i can actually picture this becoming a motion picture.
besides being a motion picture, i can imagine the characters on their own in my own personal description in my head rather than use a real actor or actress as a reference.
it’s already by my favorite author.
i wake up wanting to start off where i left off.
i can read the thing anywhere, most recently while awkwardly sitting on my staircase.
it makes me smile a lot, and burst aloud with various exclamations of emotion.
GO READ NICK HORNBY’S Juliet, Naked.
i’ve picked up well on my own story, but i haven’t been able to read any other books lately. that’s pretty much what i looked forward to when i took a semester off.
and i can’t even find a comfortable reading place. people like chairs or outside or in bed, but i don’t really have a spot. which is weird. i gotta get this sorted out soon.
some things on the list of books to finish up are:
(rereading) On the Road
The Portrait of a Young Lady
The Old Curiosity Shop
i could barely sleep last night. my room is just next to the gutter outside and raindrops kept pounding down. ughhh. it stopped this afternoon, took advantage of a jog with my sister. now it’s started up again. doomed to stay inside on Sunday.
i don’t know why i haven’t been reading any books. i mean, i should, and i want to, but when i pick up one i feel like i could write a new story instead or something. IT’S NOT GOOD. today i will finish On The Road so i can move onto The Portrait of a Lady.