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I sought her eye, desirous to read there the intelligence which I could not discern in her face or hear in her conversation; it was merry, rather small; by turns I saw vivacity, vanity, coquetry, look out through its irid, but I watched in vain for a glimpse of soul.

Wait I love this book

Y’all don’t understand I AM SO READY FOR FRANKENSTEIN

I finished The Catcher In The Rye today, in Madrid, Spain… I reread my review on it from two years ago. Man, did I miss everything in that book.

I brought 10 books and I’m already almost through two on my second day of the trip

Made it to Spain!! On a semi-hiatus

Maybe I’m sleep deprived, but I like to imagine I’m lying on Holden’s chest while he tells me this story of his life, his fingers through my hai, especially when he breaks the fourth wall while I’m readingr- dude I’m so tired.

Im still on a plane, this time difference in Spain is hitting HARDD

gosh I love this book

Why am I doing this again :)))

BOOM SHAKALAKAAAA FINALLYYY

PLEASE CANT THEY JUST BE HAPPY

FINALLY

Please tell him what that horrible woman did to you 😭

Oh. My. Gosh.

IM SCREAMING

THIS. BOOK.

This is absolutely disgusting.

Oh, poor Mrs. de Winter… it speaks volumes of not having a name.

this is all together depressing, somber, achy and sad. It feels like im reading a head cold, yet its beautiful and enveloping and feverish.

there’s no connection… just… deprivation.

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.

“There’s a cold wind this morning, you had better put on my coat.”

I remember that, for I was young enough to win happiness in the wearing of his clothes…