im 60 pages into east of eden by john steinbeck and already feel so passionate about these characters i need to pause every 5 seconds to stare at the ceiling
while i was reading fool’s fate i had to pause every couple of pages because i couldn’t bring myself to continue and you’re telling me that somehow f&f is worse. okay. fine whatever.
He looked away. “You,” he said, staring off into the trees. “You and her.” He grimaced, as though saying the words together left a bad taste in his mouth.