My first foray into Rowell’s writing was when I was 23 years old, back in mid-2014, and I had locked gazes with Fangirl in Swansea’s WHSmith. I say we “locked gazes” because it honestly felt that the book was waiting for me to pass it in the aisles and was vying for my attention. The book chose it’s time to reveal itself to me very wisely.
There’s no such thing
As a weak link.
We all carry the potential,
We all carry the pain.
I had a few pretty great reading months since the start of 2017, but since the middle of April, I’ve been in a little bit of a slump. It’s always hard to pinpoint why it happens, but I guess sometimes it’s just “Reader’s Overwhelm”
I turned 26 just over a month ago, which is when I started writing this. I’ve always imagined that I had this infinite, Dumbledore-esqe wisdom ready to spill over onto a page if I gave it half the chance! Well, the day after I turned 26 I decided to give it that chance.