So today I finished “The Sense of An Ending” by Julian Barnes. I suggest you read it, it struck me on an introspective level rather than emotional.
But now, instead of taking a breather to catch up on lost work I’ve started on the endeavor that is “The Fault in Our Stars” by John Green. I’m in chapter four and it reads like bad fan fiction? Maybe it’s just comparative, I don’t know. My sister says it gets better, and generally I trust her opinion. Here’s to that, then.