So, I’m reading again. Which is one of the few good things happening in my life right now. There’s a lot of inner turmoil that I’ve yet to figure out how to talk about and my summer course is kicking my butt royally.

But I just finished Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. The book is confusing in the sense that it should have been boring, and in a way it was, and yet I had no desire to put it down. It’s a short book, my edition is barely over a hundred pages (118 I believe). They style of writing was odd but beautiful I thought. I’m not sure if it’s a book I would recommend to people but I fell in love with it.

Now to the next book. Which I need to decide (which I will be reading, and on the side listening to Tom Hiddleston read me The Red Necklace because I can).