My boyfriend’s dog, Grafin, in a rare moment of calmness.

Literature has always been the loyal pet that I guiltily ignore (not a reference to the dog pictured here, who is well-loved, I assure you); the loving and forgiving companion that I get distracted from caring for, but have always loved so deeply. My hopes are that as I transition into true adulthood, I can switch off the outside distraction of people who will one day be “people that I used to know” and give literature, my favored companion, my undivided attention.

Join me as I rekindle my passion for reading, and please, if you have any suggestions, leave me a comment or message me. I trust your judgment.

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