Reading "Veronika Decides to Die" by Paulo Coelho.
I have decided that I want to read all his books, and all of Chuck Palahnuik's books as well. There aren't that many, at most 20 in total?
It's crazy because the girl in the book is me, minus the suicidal part. And the apathetic part.
There is so much wisdom in Coelho's books and stories. I wish I had a grandfather who would tell me stories like that. I do have a grandfather, but its different... Perhaps this is a sign that I should talk to my grandfather more before he passes away. There are so many stories of things that he's gone through, being that he's from communist China.
Books and stories are beautiful lovers. I wish I could just spend days and days reading without being bothered by people like my mom. She's currently in a house-cleaning project and wants me to help her, which I don't mind so much, but I'd rather read.
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