Status Updates From Second Place

She writes like an art critic about people and inner life, that awful, ridiculous art critic bullshit that fills the book when you just want to look at the paintings!

“The truth was I had always assumed that pleasure was being held in store for me, like something I was amassing in a bank account, but by the time I came to ask for it I discovered the store was empty. It appeared that it was a perishable entity, and that I should have taken it a little earlier.” ;-; !!!

OH!

I hate this book so much I want to finish it just so I can't destroy it in a review

Had to return the book to the library yesterday and reached my maximum amount of loans…