This is the first time I've ever abandoned a novel without finishing it. Read more about that, and my thoughts on critiques, here!
The time on the digital clock on the computer is 2:00 a.m. I sigh and drop my head into my hands tiredly. Two o'clock in the morning, and I still haven't written my story for English class. My teacher is going to kill me. My parents had given up on me and gone to bed… Continue reading Repetition
My parents told me many stories about myself, about things I couldn't remember. I was young, and the world was larger than anything. My small child's body was not equipped to handle the volume of emotions crackling through it like an electric current at any given moment. Every experience was the most that ever happened. Feelings… Continue reading Just a Part
Over the summer I had the pleasure of visiting Los Angeles (a small part of it) with my sister, for my 30th birthday. We took many (increasingly silly) photos. It got me thinking about travel and what it means to be a visitor for a day (or two, or six, or 30) in another country.… Continue reading LA in June
A slightly altered version of this review originally appeared on GoodReads. Every once in a while, I read an epic review written by someone who was so moved, so ignited by their passionate hatred for a book, that they spew forth the most hateful torrent of words, and shape it into something hilariously beautiful, like… Continue reading REVIEW: The Wrath & The Dawn