While reading John Green’s Looking For Alaska, and Tina Fey’s autobiography Bossypants I’m finding myself rethinking most of life in a way that The Grapes of Wrath and The Scarlet Letter never influenced me to. Since I’m using my new Kindle Paperlight I find the definitions to hundreds of words I should have already known due to the fact that they were given to me in a thick binder with no other instructions but to learn them to become successful in life, at the click of a button. Basically darling blog, I find it much better to wade in the end of the literary pool that I am comfortable in. I may be big on expanding my reading and writing horizons, but not to the point where I ever want this to become something I don’t enjoy anymore.
I guess figuring out the Labyrinth of Life in John Green’s story is all ill ever be interested in and even if it is I could be completely content with that, and while learning many things about loving myself and how to respond to the people around me through the eyes of the always comical Tina Fey I figured out that you don’t have to be a musty, grey headed, Harvard graduate to be able to tell an amazing story and quite frankly one of the best teachers around. Maybe that’s why people and I don’t get along. They’re missing all this perspective.

If you stuck around to read my little book rant then hats off to you, and if you didn’t (Then you wont even read my perfect insightful ending) that’s okay, this is my little world and I write what I feel and sometimes you vibe with me and sometimes you don’t.

XOXO
Thank you blogosphere