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"Those guides, though," he said, laughing, considering their recent hike through the mountains-nestled remains of Machu Picchu. "Right?" she agreed. "Oh look! This random piece of rock is SUPER important." "I wish we had heard why it was important." He leaned into her, casually, without any real intention. They sat closely and comfortably on the train already, but they'd long ago slipped into an easy physical connection. Close enough to say, "let's go on a big vacation together." "You know what's cool?" he said, "This vacation. I've really loved traveling with you." "Yeah, it's worked out really well." She almost joked about trying out for The Amazing Race, but she didn't want to hear him say that was crazy, that it would break them. She wasn't ready for them to be broken, yet. "My parents used to hike all over the place with me and my brother in backpacks," she said instead. "Can you imagine? Hauling us around everywhere like that?" "That would be amazing," he breathed out. "Really?" she asked, turning to him. "Definitely. We'd have the cutest half-American, half-Dutch babies. We'd show them the world," he smiled, without guile, without expectation, and she knew then, they would never be broken. #eavesdropping #writersofinstagramIt works out. Still, rejection stings. #6wordstory #writersofinstagram“Pops, pops! Do you see that one house with the big yard and the tree in the middle of it?” he asks his dad, his nose pressed up against the glass. His dad chuckles, unable to see much beyond the little head with big ideas that fills the squished in window on the plane. “Yeah,” he pretends, “I see it.” “Ima buy that house when I’m grown, then build a awesome tree house and that’s where Jamar and me are gon’ live.” “You won’t live in the big house?” “Naw. You and moms can live there. And Jamar’s parents. I can fix lots of stuff, but you can fix *everything*.” “How do you know Jamar will want to live there with you?” “Because we tight. And he told me about all the stuff we’re gon’ do with our kids. Teach ‘em stuff. See?” His dad smiles and leans in to share the window space with his son, their cheeks lined up, noses to the glass. “Yeah, I see. That’s a good plan.” #Future #writersofinstagram“We met at the campus bookstore. She was singing and looking through every book in the stacks for Psychology 101. I mean, every single book. I asked her what was wrong with all the ones in the reject pile, since I needed that book, too. She told me she was looking for one that had friendly handwriting and highlighting in it already. It was psychology, so that meant everything about the book should feel nice. I was desperate for a new book and couldn’t help myself from grabbing one and holding the shiny, compact weight of the text in my hands even if I knew I wouldn’t buy the new one. I remember opening it just to hear that crack of a new spine and get a whiff of new book smell. New textbook pages have a great scent.” I stop and Mari only looks at me, patiently awaiting the point of the story I suppose. However, I’m not sure what the point is. Nostalgia? That kind of thing doesn’t seem useful right now. I hurriedly finish my story. “Anyway, she ended up buying the new textbook for me in exchange for helping her find the ‘friendly’ used textbook that I paid for. She said her mother expected her to buy all new anyway, so she wouldn’t know the difference.” It took surprisingly little for Lucas to convince me to swap. There was something about her that sought approval, like she needed me to let her make this decision. And much like she desired the independence, I desired the gift of hope. The book represented a fresh start - a life apart from the one I’d left behind. #newbook #excerpt #writersofinstagram-
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Reading Stats: 2017 In Review
Because I can’t ever stay on top the trend or curve of things, here I am, arriving a beat late with a year-end review of my reading stats. Oh well. This wrap-up isn’t about how many books I read this … Continue reading
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Tagged #ownvoices, 2017, Angie Thomas, Gail Honeyman, Jason Reynolds, Louise Penny, reading, reading statistics, Recent Reads and Recs
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Saturday Summation – 06 May 2017
Bits and pieces of things that caught my eye not only for my own interest, but enough to want to share with you, too… Hey. Long time no linking, yes? Let’s start getting back into the swing of things… Writing … Continue reading
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Tagged Alice Sebold, Angie Thomas, Ann Leckie, Becky Albertelli, Blake Crouch, blog roundup, Brit Bennett, Ibi Zoboi, Liane Moriarty, Lori McKenna, Louise Penny, Nick Hornby, reading, Saturday Summation, writing, writing process, writing tips
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