Time moves too quickly. Sometimes I wish I could reach for the hands on the clock and turn them back. It's hopeless, they can't be budged. Sometimes I wish there was more time or, at least, that time wouldn't move so darn fast. But I realize now what I'm meant to do with time. I'm meant to make it last.
Yesterday my mom handed me a book that she said would be good for the plane ride to Arizona. The cover looked interesting enough (I can't help it, I judge a book by it's cover)so I put in on the shelf with all my other books I plan to read, but just never have the time to. I'm not sure why but I decided to start reading that book. It started off being the most shallow and superficial account of a day in high school from the perspective of a shallow and superficial girl. I hated it. But my mom told me she hadn't been able to put it down, as did the back cover page, so I kept reading. At 12:22 AM I put down the book. I don't even want to give it back to the library, I want it all for myself. Once I got past all of the cliches, It gave me a whole new perspective on life. And I can't even tell you how much I was crying. My gosh how I love books that make me cry.
That's why you need to read Before I Fall right now.
Ps: I'm going to be gone until the 27th! Bye bye guys!