#bookrush

OKAY as you can see, I completely took out the opening times like it never happened LOL. I hope no one realized it though, or probably just think that they’re crazy and that they just imagined it. 

I didn’t get to book a pickup for I Am the Messenger because my mom told me not to and to just make it COD. I love the messenger (like not the book character; my actual messenger) because aside from his unwavering niceness and incredible patience, he gets things to where they have to be as soon as possible. The feedback was fanstastic, and I legitimately just did a dorky dance when I saw it.  

I got to ship Landline as well, though that wasn’t shipped the same way, so I’m not sure how soon it’s going to get to the buyer. Nonetheless, there’s no hassle anymore, and inquiries are coming slowly but surely. 

Okay guys aside from my continued failing reputation with my two-post Instagram, I’ve finally made a separate account for selling my books. The amount of attention you can get on here is surprisingly high. Once I put up the Classics Collection starter, someone already wanted to swap.

My photos are super noob and probably low-quality compared to the Insta pros I’m friends with in real life, but I’m glad I’m finally doing something useful with my time. There’s a great chance I’ll already be selling a book or two by this week, and I’m strangely excited.

Sometimes i feel so overwhelm just by realizing a book is beside me or that I get the chance to read them again and again. I always feel that electricity spark. I guess, I'll never get enough. No matter how much time I consume, I'll never feel I'd had enough to go on weeks without reading. 

Does other people feel like I do? Like when my heart leaps out of joy whenever I finish a book and find it satisfying enough? Is this what they call passion for reading? Am I talking too much the way I read too much?