I bet you were expecting a really serious sequel to the last post? Wrong. The humor stays. The seriousness is an accessory.
Plus, I’m not writing my entire life story in a linear, boring fashion either. There will be chunks everywhere. Interesting chunks. That one day will get put together. Like bathroom tiles.
So on this Goodreads site, this is how all of you read a really good book:
I don’t know if it is a really good book as of yet because I’m broke and well my local library might have it and they might not. I also can’t read very well because it gives me a headache and I don’t have time right now. Also, WTF is up with the reading progress chart? I saw that and hung my head in shame.
MY reading progress chart for a book my friend suggested in the SUMMER OF 2014:
|March 18th, 2014||Started Reading|
|March 18th, 2015||10%|
|March 19th, 2015||Mr. Darcy is an asshole and I don’t wanna read any more|
|March 20th, 2016||Am assured that Mr. Darcy is one of the greatest romantic men in all of English literature|
|March 19th, 2017||
10% and I call bullshit on romance
And this is how every book I pick up generally goes.
It’s depressing and I simply cannot concentrate anymore.
I no longer have the ability to complete an entire book.
Avid readers: be grateful that you can still read and not fall asleep while doing so.