So I went bowling with the family.
I got there after a stress-filled ride in the car with mum and my sister. We walk to the bowl-plex and find it ablazen with howling kids, loud shitty music and tack. 316 more words
Ah, Marguerite Duras’ The Lover. Yet another book that I have next to nothing to say about.
I’ve read reviews on Goodreads and other places, and it seems like a lot of people love it, but an equal amount of people didn’t really care for it or didn’t have much to say about it. 211 more words