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I hate these books so much. They're so pretentious. Wdym that the main character can only sleep on beds that have the same proportion as A4 paper? I'm skimming the rest of this last book, idgaf

Finna end it all, man, these books suck eggs. I'm trying desperately to keep reading, but my will is failing

"I don't believe in blood," said Samuel. "I think when a man finds good or bad in his children he is seeing only what he planted in them after they cleared the womb."

"You can't make a race horse of a pig."

"No," said Samuel, but you can make a very fast pig." (p 260)

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Damn, man. Steinbeck is crazy

Steinbeck wrote a Chinese servant named Lee, and in one scene, when Lee offers to fetch tea for Cathy, Lee says, "I bling litta table" (I bring little table).

You got me fucked up, man

Lounged in my Calvin Klein underwear and read all day. Then downed some greasy pizza, french cake, and hard cider before finally winning the 25 dollar first place trivia prize with my friends at the local bar. I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am I am I am .

I'm hooked

Finished the second book. I'm unimpressed by how clever the author was trying to be

Been a long time since I've picked up YA, and I'm surprised by good ones still emulate the same principles that some "mature" books do: an economy of style, the clarity of narrative, smart characterization. Reading Hunger Games is like watching a really good television show

Micro-lab book club, activate!

Well the first book told me to go fuck myself, so let's see what the second books says

Strange, disconnected, but somehow compelling. It's like scrolling your phone, but your phone is the book.

Sucks. I keep trying to like Bukowski, and I keep failing.

Blood Meridian is like Toy Story compared to Lonesome Dove. It's so unrelenting and brutal.