Who is NOT excited for National Poetry Month?! I know I am. Let’s welcome it with open arms with some Emily Dickinson.

Are you excited with me or yes!?
Who is NOT excited for National Poetry Month?! I know I am. Let’s welcome it with open arms with some Emily Dickinson.

Are you excited with me or yes!?
I was on a YA high when I decided to give this book another chance. Although it hits a little too close to home, I have to admit Daniel Handler’s Why We Broke Up perfectly illustrates the overthinking and mild psychosis as each relationship ends, whether it was just a budding romance or dinner-party-planning-a-month-ahead kind of thing.

I felt compelled to use the ampersand more than anything else, because Eleanor & Park, you know.
I haven’t been so struck by YA literature since I last read John Green’s Looking for Alaska, but Rainbow Rowell knew what she was writing about when she imagined a red-haired wonder and an Asian-Irish boy in high school.

I did it. I read the next book by the genius behind Gone Girl, and it is far more twisted than the fuckery you witnessed in her debut novel.
Not even an exaggeration. That’s just the tip of the iceberg.

