Morbid Librarian

So I just finished the book "I Crawl Through It" by A.S. King. Goodreads has it rated at 3.5ish but I gave it a 5-star rating. Perhaps I am too giving in the sense of rating, but I thoroughly enjoyed the book. Without giving too much away, the book follows about 3-4 teenage characters life in high school who are each dealing with different issues and struggles. A majority of the characters are female who have different struggles and the book recounts their struggles from the end result (this is where the book starts)  to them eventually coming to terms with their struggle and as it implies  crawling through it  instead of a rounded or underneath it or over it. The major issue with book that many readers have is the surrealism and the lack of "definitity" that comes from the explanations and the dialogue and the whole setting of the story. Perhaps, I will spend time on a different day divulging and what I believe the  place of arrival  is and ot...

If a tree falls in the woods and no one's around does it make any noise? If you refuse to acknowledge a date or an event does it cease to exist? I guess that's how ignorance is bred. If I refuse to think of today as a day that means anything will it go away? Or am I just lying to myself and postponing the inevitable? Is the issue the ostrich effect? Head in the sand but if the sand moves or you'll need to come up for air eventually. I will be the first to admit that I don't follow politics closely. It is not for a lack of understanding or low intelligence, but rather a want for ignorance and bliss . I am an optimist at heart and I feel- I'm an optimist in body and soul as well. The depressing news of my time would fulfill the idea that "optimists die first." No news is good news? Lack of news is good news? To "obliviate" is to be happy? Today is the day. One of three each year I dread and try not to make a big deal about...

"You have her eyes." As a matter of fact I guess I do have a whole box of her somewhere her/my house. I never wanted to keep the box except my father wanted it and he doesn't even look at it or know where it's at. Who knew it costs over $1,000 to burn a body... to cremate it. Who knew death was so expensive? You're born and it's expensive,you want to go to school you have to get shots and it's expensive ,and have a child it's expensive, and then you die and it's expensive. "You have her eyes." I only ever knew her as someone in her forties and fifties not that people and women cannot be beautiful in their forties and fifties but life had been cruel to her which is a longer story for a different day. I have her eyes. Looking in the mirror will never be the same again for she'll  always be staring back now. "You have her eyes." I guess it would be better to say I inherited her eyes. That I have the genetic sequencing...

I am a walking contradiction. I'm 27 years old. Old not Young. I am a librarian. I am Woman. I am a sister and a daughter and a wife. And I am a nerd and reader and a listener, and a composer of run-on sentences. In the same breath, I am a Motherless Daughter, the dyslexic who struggles at Reading and prefers audiobooks, an individual like Stanze Who is Split in Two and has two people living inside her. I am someone who struggles with depression, enjoys eating a little too much, an optimist who sees the peril and every decision an opportunity, and at the same time someone who yearns for epicness and adventure. Sometimes I won't  do something if it doesn't feel right, it could be right could be sane and logical and everything else the universe tells us is a good thing but I would still struggle if it didn't feel right. I am a woman of many Beginnings but few endings as endings are final forced goodbyes and end stories. I am the person who refuses to watch the last ep...