‘Tis the season for final exams, falalalalalalalala.
Only, I have this terrible habit of reading instead of studying.
I know; i’m such a rebel.
I’m reading Swing Low by Miriam Toews, a memoir of her late, suicidal father told from his perspective. Stunning, fast-paced, this book shows us how beautiful a withering mind can be.
I’m also reading The Rules of the Tunnel by Ned Zeman, a true account of a succesful reporters fall into (and out of) morbid depression.
Cheery, I know.
I’ll post reviews of both books when I finish them.