Aurora Dimitre's Books and Rambling

 I think this time it lasted more like three weeks, but, yeah, I've (again) decided that the Book Wall is never going to shrink and will just keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger until the day that I die, and I (again) decided to celebrate this fact by buying several lots of novels and manga off of eBay . This was also exacerbated by the fact that I read a volume of Bleach and was reminded that I like Bleach and so I had to buy some and then I bought more things and now-- I don't know why I keep trying to shrink the book wall? I mean, I don't really mind that I have hundreds of unread books. I don't. I love having such a degree of randomness to what I'm going to read next! I love being able to look at what could be a literal five years of reading, and that's five good years of reading. That doesn't take into account me buying more books, because we all know I will. The thing is, I just hate not being able to buy forty books whenever I want. So I guess

 

 

 

 Every year. Every year this happens. Every year it is beautiful some early day in March and I get hopeful, because it's sixty degrees outside, I'm wearing shorts without leggings underneath, and then I wake up to roads covered in ice and snow coming down. The snow won't stick because it's still around thirty but it keeps coming down and turning to ice. Every morning I wake up grateful I no longer drive a 1994 Mercury Grand Marquis.

 

 Oh, I'm 100% years late on this trend, and while I did read Gone Girl at least... in a relatively timely manner, this past year has really been the year of the domestic thriller for me. Domestic, psychological, whatever--I think Gone Girl was really instrumental in naming it a domestic thriller because it kind of kickstarted the trend of thrillers from the perspective of a random woman rather than a detective, and so of course it has to be 'domestic.'  But anyway, these past few years I've been nabbing thrillers from used bookstores, from Book of the Month, from Goodwill. I've read a number of the more popular ones-- Big Little Lies , The Woman in Cabin 10, Behind Closed Doors --and I've got some big ones still to read-- The Woman in the Window, The Girl on the Train --but overall... man, I dunno what it is, but there is something about these books that are entirely interesting and fast-paced and so goddam easy to read.  I feel like it's the new 'chick-

 So, I was gone from school yesterday, because I was finally about to get myself a back window made of glass instead of fucking plastic wrap, and so I missed a lot of e-mails because I have a very solid work-life balance in that I refuse to do any work at home because I don't want to, and so when I get there this morning, all hopped up on 160mg of caffeine from the Monster I chugged the last four miles (sorry, lady at the family planning area who gave me more Sprintec; I drink more than 80mg of caffeine sometimes), I see an e-mail that, hey, vaccines are today.    Huh. So then at the end of seventh period, when my sophomore girls are all lounging around not reading To Kill a Mockingbird , the superintendent pops in with a sheet that I, at best, fill out like three quarters correctly, and then I go downstairs after school and the woman is there in the staff workroom and there's a line. So I get in line behind the high school principal and decide to take off my big bulky sweater,