As you know, I have an entire shelf of books I have either left unread or started but unfinished. I thought it would be a good idea to share what I am going to read this year and read more, tweet less.
- The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera
- Life Is Elsewhere - Milan Kundera
- Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
- The Stranger - Albert Camus
- World War Z - Max Brooks
- The Adventures of Kavalier & Clay - Michael Chabon
The instinct in me to rescue someone from their lives seem to be working against me all the time. Sometimes people don't need rescuing. Sometimes people need rescuing and then I realise that I am not up to task. A therapist will have a field day with my issues and somehow I still feel this need to portray myself as this sagely 26-year-old with the answers to everything. And things always go badly when people believe in this version of me because I can't live up to it, not for long.
I have a lot of growing up to do before I can be anyone's anything. I know I can just date for the fun of it but I don't think I am the sort who can emotionally detach myself from people after investing myself in their lives.
I am not sure if you could fall in love with words or a writer but sometimes when you read the right line with the right turn of phrase with that word that you relate to so much you wonder if it is indeed possible. Though the chances of the person not being a snarky arsehole in real life is slim. I wonder if you know how completely unprecedented you are and I wonder if you know what it is that makes you so incredibly precious in this dark world. No, I shouldn't turn people into heroes but I think you would be one if I had to. And as long as I say on my side of the continent while you stay on the other I think we should be just fine.