I finished Daughter of Fortune on Sunday night. It was a good book. Not too sure about the ending though. I wanted more. Kinda left me hanging, even a little much for my taste. I like open-ended endings, but this one seemed a bit too open-ended. Not nearly as bad as the Russian authors I've read, but it was (unfortunately) pretty damn close.
So, now I'm reading The Bell Jar. Yeah, I have never read it before. So far, I'm enjoying it. I like the writing style. Simplistic, but rather elegant at the same time. Not simplistic like Hemingway (of whom I'm not a fan of), but pretty good.
I'm really enjoying it; however, it hits home a little too much. Like, I'm finally realizing how neurotic I actually am. Not that I didn't know before or anything, but at times I think that I may really be minimizing it. I don't know though.
Work has been super busy and I've had this drafted for a few days now, so I'm just going to post it. Until next time...
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