Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

Of all the books I read this year, this one's probably my favorite. Gillian Flynn creates a tale that's at time engrossing and other times mind-blowing. I don't think I can properly write a review for it. I am still too emotional over the turn of events. All I know is I want to go to the bookstore and buy another Gillian Flynn book.

Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes

To say that I love this book is an understatement. I spent an entire sunday devouring it, skipping meals and bathing just so I could finish it.

It's worth. Every page is loaded with excitement, and Peter Nimble climbed my list of favorite characters. It's such an amazing read that I read my favorite parts about ten times since I finished it last sunday.

Back Home

I moved back home after graduation, and it has been pretty sweet. I spent most of my college life away from this beautiful town, away from the hustle and bustle of New York. But in a few weeks, I'll be moving back to Seattle to start a career in publishing. I'm pretty sure that I won't be home as much as I'd want.

For now, I will  cherish all the days I have here just lounging around at home or sitting by the lake with a good book. Of course, I will make the most of my mother's cooking and my father's perfect coffee.

11.14.13

Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.


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I was 18 when I first read this poem. A couple of years later, it still haunts me.

Humans of New York (2013)

Finally, I have found the perfect coffee table book.

I've been following Humans of New York on Facebook for a little more than a year now, and I have completely fallen in love with it. To have a hardbound copy of the photos that touch me so personally is something I greatly appreciate.

So I made an order the moment it's released on Amazon and here it is.

It's lovely as expected.