I’ve found I lost the meaning of books. When I first read I read for magic, for the call of adventure for the heart touching moments. Books left impacts on my view of the world that I could only conceptualize years later.
Now that I’ve broadened my reading horizons and took AP lit, I’ve been finding it hard to return to that feeling.
I tried reading the house on the cerulean sea, but I couldn’t help but find it painfully cheesy.
by Radiant_River7274