This blows my mind.
I have been very closed with pretty much everything related to my pregnancy; symptoms, experiences, feelings, plans… all of it. And I think it was an un/conscious form of self protection. 1,091 more words
I have read many novels by McEwan, often because I am fascinated by his premise, as I am again here. But I am often disappointed by his work, as well, because at the end I do not accept his frame of reference, his view of the world or of his characters. 1,069 more words
No tengo otra manera de comenzar esto, Olivia, que no sea con tu nombre. Sí, el mismo que me costó tanto decidir y que, de no ser por las hormonas, me habría mantenido despierta más de una noche, pensando en lo terrible que sería marcarte por el resto de tu vida con un nombre que te pese como una piedra. 308 more words
Bear with me as this blog may be one of the longest and most depressing blogs I will have written so far.
Where do I even start. 2,070 more words