My day was actually quite nice, despite the weather!
I didn’t run this morning, but did get a workout in this afternoon with my friend Lyndsay which means I was sweating like a pig by then end of it. 937 more words
“A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that will surely outlive him. 43 more words
The international literary sensation, about a boy’s quest through the secrets and shadows of postwar Barcelona for a mysterious author whose book has proved as dangerous to own as it is impossible to forget. 745 more words
I’m writing this a mere 15 hours after I finished reading this book.
There’s nothing more satisfying than a book that keeps you guessing with a good story. 405 more words