In accordance to my usual ritual when reading books I know I'll like, it took me awhile to actually sit down and read. Since 2015, when the local library first got the book, to be exact. After checking it out at least five times and reading the first twenty pages over and over again, I decided … Continue reading Rooms, Rooms. Too Little Room.
For the past several weeks, I've been milking Lauren Oliver's Rooms. In the midst of a chapter I found myself struck by the elusive muse and, following her prompting, scribbled down this poem. I hope you enjoy it. (On another note, I've changed my site's url, so now it's aweebiteccentric. I've done this because I feel … Continue reading Rooms