It's just occurred to me that I don't read at all. It's sad. I pick up a book.
And that's when I put it down. It's pitiful. I want to hurt myself for doing it.
"So why aren't you doing a hundred books?"
Because I'm a lame nub, that's why.
So I'm going to hopefully read sixty books and review all sixty books for my own pleasure. Even though this includes books that my teacher assigns to me that they thrust into my arms and I have to scream in every moment to not let the book devour my head or something strange like that.
Just a warning- in my reviews, my language is quite... colorful. Not like a rainbow, but I use the word crap excessively, but I do that in real life, too. So you know what?
We never had this conversation.
Wish me luck. :D
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