Time

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!