I don’t think I have one, quite honestly. I was mostly tucked away in a suburb in 1986, following a story of a girl named Eleanor and a boy named Park.
A month ago, I may have started my “Let’s get Dawn back to doing what she does before she completely loses herself” plan (it wasn’t a plan then). Just because lately, I’ve been feeling that I’ve been losing pieces of who I was (am) and I’m not sure if I liked it. I dived into the world of fiction, hoping that it would inspire to write fiction again.
It hasn’t worked yet. It’s starting a fire, a really small fire, but it’s one, nonetheless.
I finished reading Eleanor & Park in 4 1/2 days. I haven’t done speed reading in a while. I read Flipped two and a half weeks (then again, the rest of the months were worst, it took me a month before I have completely decided to give up on a book and put reading on hold). I still haven’t been able to move on from my Eleanor & Park feelings, so I’m going to leave a really mushy song that somehow seems fitting to the whole scenario.
I do remember listening a lot of Arctic Monkeys this week though. The new stuff from The Naked and the Famous seems promising too. And I also saw The Killers live so sometimes “Read My Mind” is playing in my head. Then I remember I’m due for my 3rd quarter list of things. I’ll get to it, soon as I get over this book.
You can also check out About Time‘s OST, which includes this track and Ellie Goulding’s rendition of “How Long Will I Love You”. It screams mush in a good way.