A Book A Day Keeps the

What? What does it keep away? It certainly won't keep my vision from deteriorating (which is happening, but not very quickly, so I can't really complain in the grand scheme of things.) It doesn't keep the doctor away because if my vision is deteriorating, I do have to go see some sort of doctor. It doesn't keep apples away--I love eating while reading. It may keep me away from work, but I'm not senseless enough to call out of work just so I can read a book (although the thought did cross my mind on Friday when I received The Fault in Our Stars just before heading to work at Wal-Mart.) (Really great book, by the way. Read it if you haven't already. Or if you don't feel like reading it, find a synopsis online. I'm sure they're everywhere. The interwebs are LITTERED with spoilers of everything.)

But, yes. Summer 2013 (even though it's not technically summer yet) is the summer of books. Beyond taking a children's literature course which requires me to read multiple books a week, I'm also reading at a much faster pace than I have ever been able to, which means that I'm devouring books. So far since school ended earlier this month, I have read Tarzan of the Apes, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, The Fault in Our Stars, many many different poems/short stories required for my class, and have just started reading Peter Pan. The week after, I must read The Secret Garden and Freckles. Other highlights of the summer include: Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, The Phantom Tollbooth, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (the British version rather than the American version. I'm stoked! Damn it being the last week of the course...) and plenty of other novels. For pleasure, I have also purchased Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close per recommendation of a friend who has recently moved away (crying).

Um, yes. If you have any recommendations of books for me to read, feel free to comment. Message me on Facebook. Shoot me a text. Mail me a letter. Email me. Drive to my house, shake me out of my slumber, and shout the titles in my face. I may hurt you later, but upon waking, I'm generally an agreeable person. You just won't be able to breathe because of my rank breath.

Yup. That's right. I smell really bad in the morning. My drool also apparently contains something that dyes cloth. How does this work? Is my spit so acidic that it is capable of bleaching materials? I kid you not! My brown sheets are now orangeish from where I had a massive drool massacre the other night (when I was "reading" The Wiz.) If anyone knows anything about that...I'd also like to know. Because it's moderately strange. And I'd like to fix it. If possible.