Why do I do this to myself?
Comments (0) I’m rereading The Time Traveler’s Wife because, apparently, I’m a masochist. I had brought it to my apartment from my mom’s a few months ago, intending to lend it to a coworker, but it sat on my shelf. I’d glance at it every so often while looking for something to read, but made a conscious decision not to pick it up. Then, a few weeks ago, I watched the trailer with my coworkers, which (of course) made me pick the book up when I got home.
I really wasn’t intending to read it. I promise.
But, of course, I flipped through it briefly. And then glanced at the first few pages to remember how it began. And then sat down on my bed and continued reading the next few pages. And, well, then I couldn’t stop reading it…
It’s been sitting on my nightstand for about a week, because I was a little more than halfway through. And first time I read it (slight spoiler alert) I spent the last third of the book crying. And this time is looking to be no different.
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books, overwhelmed, tears
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