I fucking love books.
I love the places they take you, the way they make you think or laugh, how the characters come to life. I love the way a book feels in my hands and I love seeing the bookmark travel further and further showing my progress. Without even knowing it I've read a hundred pages. I love seeing my collection grow. There's barely any room left on my bookshelf.
But I need more.
From A Clockwork Orange to Animal Farm, Alex to Boxer, Burgess to Orwell.
I set down my copy of Tender is the Night and ate a few bites of my spinach salad. The house was quiet save for the record playing lullabies in the living room.
I've always hated lullabies. They make me cry.
But not books. I picked up my copy again.
YOU ARE READING
Ride On
FanfictionI'm fine. Everything's fine. A young woman's journal on the ups and downs of life. Warnings: Mentions of depression and anxiety, brief mention of suicide. Book One
