Deciding to stop reading a book is an art form in itself. I think many people never get into reading because they haven't found the right book for them and aren't willing to give up quickly enough when one doesn't click. Even I find it difficult, and I've stopped reading dozens of books. There are simply too many good books out there to spend time on ones you don't enjoy. The book in question was A Philosophy of Walking, by the way. It was just... so uninteresting.
The cats yearn for non-fiction
This is the first drawing in a new sketchbook, and I love how it turned out. Anna and I spent the evening in a park celebrating a milestone in our relationship, and I love that I get to share moments like this with her—that she’s interested in them simply because they matter to me.
I tend to keep things to myself because, I guess, I often feel like no one’s really interested. So putting myself out there by sharing something I don’t even think is that special, and then being met with genuine interest and openness, feels really great.
My reading can sometimes be a little too intense for Anna.
Meetings before 10 AM should be forbidden.
Anna’s moving day is close. We’re still working our way through Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I love how the story picks up in this book. It suddenly gets much more serious and dark.
Bless you!
It’s 1,800 pages long, and I’m not sure I like it. Maybe I’m just not a fan fiction kind of guy.
Ended up with some weird Harry Potter fan fiction. Not great.
I kind of messed up the background. Please don't unfollow me because I'm not good enough at art.
