Currently residing in South San Francisco. Studying English. Graduating never. "Words is hard"
I had a copy of The Picture of Dorian Wilde during my freshman year of high school but never got to really enjoy it. This was probably due to my ignorance of anything well written. You know, the sort of books that stop and challenge you to think critically. It wasn’t the sort of thing a thirteen year old me was used you. But I knew this book was a big deal and that it would be one I’d read when I was older, when I had the patience.
Unfortunately it was swallowed up by a black hole.
But do not despair! I have a new one and it’s all shiny and stuff. Woo! I read it last year when I found a copy at my college library. But it doesn’t compare to reading it on a copy you own. The experience is just better for me. Some of you may say otherwise. It’s mine. IT’S ALL MINE. I’m thinking about re-reading it but I’m too afraid of cracking the binding. For now it’s looking pretty in my satchel bag for whenever I want to stare at it.