In the spirit of finally reading a book that most people read in high school, I’m slowly getting into it. I’m kind of obsessed with how sweaty and visceral and descriptive it is. I’m also kind of obsessed with the melancholy-looking girl who wrote it:

and I kind of want to go back in time and hang out with her and I don’t know, kick cans and trim each other’s bangs. Also, I’d like to steal her shoes.