The other day I finished On the edge of gone by Corinne Dyuvis and it’s a book I enjoyed immensely and I’m sure, will stay with me for a long time.
I will add the blurp because it summarizes the book perfectly:
The other day I finished On the edge of gone by Corinne Dyuvis and it’s a book I enjoyed immensely and I’m sure, will stay with me for a long time.
I will add the blurp because it summarizes the book perfectly:
This time I’m doing something different. I’ve got a book that I wanted to read for a long time, The Female Man, and a manga series that I recently started and I adore, Honey and Clover.
Lately I’ve been delving into poetry. Mostly reading, but sometimes writing, too. I torture my friends with my 3am inspirations and first drafts of poems that I wrote on jotterpad when sleep wouldn’t come, but I don’t regret it because it’s fun, and because it makes sense.
The poetry out there is beautiful and fascinating and inspirational and many more adjectives that have a warm and motivational feeling.
This has been a great year for my reading as I read 86 books (yes, many of them manga, thank you very much). It’s the second year that I actually keep track of the books that I read through Goodreads and I’m fascinated by the opportunity to go back and, well, remember:P
So, I’m writing this very original blog post, mainly because I want to torture myself as I’m coming up with two-lined reviews for each of the books that I liked.
Here I am, right at the point where I’m just reading two books and not four. Soon (in about half an hour or so), this will change. But until then, here’s what I’m reading today.
When heroes are not really heroes but deeply humans, things can turn to shit. Good shit.