I’m against banning books, but what never ceases to amaze me is not that books are banned, because I get that people will continuously try to push their ideals and beliefs on the world.
No, what surprised me is some of the reasons, like the fact that Eleanor & Park is on this list, because of language and not because it’s racist and filled with stereotypes shows what’s important to a lot of Americans. It’s not ok for your kids to read about sex and curse words, but totally fine for them to read negative and ignorant portrayals of people of color.
"I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go. "
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman
Book Geek Quote #612
I wonder how much of me is real.
I have a loud personality. I make people laugh, I curse like a sailor, I talk about everything like sex, race and religion as if I am the most care free girl in the world.
I’m beginning to see that I became me, because if I hadn’t no one would notice. They’d look past and through me. I made them notice me, but I am
Not sure if this is who I am or if this is just as mask I show the world.
If it’s me, and if I truly don’t care what others think then why do I hate all that is me, because I do not line up with the standards of all that is everybody else.
Liar. An illusion. False. That’s me.
"There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. "
Book Geek Quote #611
I know this. I’ve accepted it. This is who I am.
Usually, I stay at a good midrange where I am what I call “normal.” Normal for me means not happy and not sad. Just ok.
Then I either get a jump into euphoria or I crash into depression.
Welcome to the crash.
It’s where I wonder what this life is and if this is how I am going to be forever. It’s all very dark here with my low self-esteem, my embarrassment at being me, my obsessions with everything I am not and everything I may never have and of course my self-loathing.
It’s all very dark here in this world in the dark in the cracking place where my heart is.
I always manage to put the pieces of me back together and I am a more fragile me, but still me. I fear that the day is coming where I will crash, but I won’t break. I’ll crumble. I’ll combust. I’ll disintegrate into pieces so tiny and infinitesimal that there will not be enough to put back together.
I fear that I will be like dust. That one day it will be as if I ceased to exist. It will be as if I never existed at all.
"Once you learn to read, you will be forever free. "
Book Geek Quote #610
Taylor Swift’s album is apparently called “1989” which is annoying to me, because had I ever come out with an album that probably would have been the title. I wish Hollywood would leave my ideas in my head.
"He wanted to give her more than that. Sex with him would never be just another thing she ticked off her list. It would be all-consuming and no matter how they ended up, this woman would always remember her nights with him as some of the best she’d ever had. His pride demanded nothing less. His love for her could give nothing less. "
Oh, Fitz. 😘