For some reason I’ve completely fallen in love with Paperback Writer. You know, the Beatles song? Don’t pretend you’ve never heard it or been entranced by its catchiness. If I hadn’t said no more songs for the rest of the summer… you guess what would be today’s song. But anyway, no one wants to hear that so I’ll move on.
This is the worst thing school ever does to us. Summer reading is the most hated assignment I’ve ever had, and I like reading! This year is the worst too… I’m thirty pages into the unabridged edition of Jane Eyre and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to finish this massive book in two weeks. Then I have to read From the Earth to the Moon… which I can probably renew for the rest of the summer because the librarians got me an edition no one knows about. And I like Jules Verne… the stories at least. He’s one of the greatest sci-fi (though we may not think that now) writers ever. The only problem is that his writing is so suffocating that I really can’t read his books for more than ten minutes at a time. At least they’re short…
The real torture though is that for the first time in a month I have a couple books I REALLY want to read… and this is keeping me away. I have 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 for the next couple of weeks, and I’m really looking forward to them… but I can’t. And then today at the Borders at Springfield Mall I found this cool leather-bound collection of all the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy books, which people have continuously told me that I’d love… but I can’t read them either! On top of those I have a book club book about suicide (Thirteen Reasons Why), which is looking pretty appealing too. So fuck you Summer reading! I will never use Sparknotes, but I envy the people without a conscience who do!
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