I have almost no defences against personal recommendations. When Sparkling Squirrel read The Elegence of the Hedgehog and felt like it was the right book at the wrong time for her and was all ‘I want raych to review this’ my shoulder devil was all STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING IGNORE ALL ELSE AND READ THIS THING! (My shoulder devil has Voice Imodulation)
If Hedgehog came at the wrong time for the Squirrel, it also, apparently, came at the wrong time for me. I am no longer an irritatingly-intellectual teenager with no use for life, and have not yet become an irritatingly-intellectual older woman with no use for life. Ergo, I cannot relate.
And I feel like I’m just going on and on, and the length of this post confirms it, but what started as sort of boring and dumb just turned into a WAVE OF PATHOS, and if there’s anything I can’t stand it’s unsuccessful emotional manipulation. If you are going to try to make me cry, I had better damn well cry.