“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
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“It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.”
― The Perks of Being a Wallflower
― The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Books I Loathed
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This is a public forum for people to kvetch (cleanly, please) about books they absolutely hated, and for others to respond. Though nonfiction is certa ...more
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