I've stopped reading Extremely Loud, and Incredibly Close. I was more than halfway through. It's not that it's bad. It's very good/sad/cute actually, but I found myself missing all that complicated English literature I'm so used to. I've been reading too many modern American novels, and that gets boring after a while. It's made me realiz that English literature will always be my favorite. I actually like not being able to understand some parts because the language is too complicated. It helps me understand, all the while I'm learning unconsciously. It's fun. It's like learning a new language sort of, not really, just learning new words and ideas. I'm weird.
I missed England, so I went back to Charles Dickens. It's a love/hate relationship with me and Dickens.
I'm re-reading Oliver Twist. Last time I read that was in sophomore year. I remember staying up till five in the morning on a Sunday, sometime during the Winter Holidays. I remember being worrying that my mom would worry about me staying up late. Good times. I miss my mom, and I missed Vitorian England. I think Oliver Twist will make me feel better.
Oh btw I can sort of drive now.
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