Now sweetie, what you’re holding on to is the light of a dead star. It was over eight years ago. It was over when you said it was over. Eight long years ago.
- Between Dinner and the Morning After (Sering, 2005)
1 year ago on 17 April 2012 at 2:00pm














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For some of us, books became our alternate reality. We animate the characters, we feel how they do, and we think like they ought to. In another lifetime, we're exactly like them. So, remove that plastic cover as we devour every page, famished for literary satisfaction.

C'mon. Inhale life.