• So I just got back from the library. I checked out five books and saw Carlos there. He's going to HML and I felt stupid after asking him because he probably thought I asked so he could ask me. I hate that. I know five books seems like a lot but it's really not. One of them is The Effects of Light. At first, I couldn't find it 'cause I was looking under mysteries, wrong section. But I asked and they helped and I found it. It was so beautiful. It wasn't pretty because what it stood for was something different. It wasn't visually pleasing, I just knew what was behind the cover. As I hopped in the car & started looking for the painting/sculpture page, I felt like the book spoke to me. It dug deep into me and left seeds. Things like that. My mom got me angry and I started crying. I thought I was being stupid for crying for something so insignificant, but then I figured it: It was most likely The Effects. Every sentence is so beautiful. For every sentence, I have to stop & Take it Easy. I found the van Gogh page. It says, He sweeps his arm in front of him, and the painting moves out to meet my eyes. It moves me. Moves me closer and moves me far away. Because it has thickness. The actual paint sticks out. It's a painting but a sculpture too. And, as I held the book in my hands, I thought about something I think about now and then. How time and space come hand in hand. I'm not sure what this means yet. But, as I was holding that book, I knew that I'd held it last year. My fingers touched the same page I was touching now. Sometimes when I walk somewhere, and I know someone I admire has walked there, too, it feels magical. And it wasn't just me that touched the book in the time gap. It was other people, evident by the rips and tears some of the pages had. My heart shattered because maybe these people didn't appreciate the masterpiece {chef d'oeuvre!}. But it made me wonder what these people thought and what other things they'd touch before they'd read the book. Meaning I was touching them, too. Now I'm talking nonsense. The other books I checked out were Dear Zoe,. I've read this book before, in 7th grade. But I want to read it again because it's easy, good, and fast. I can do a book report on it. I checked out Nuclear Jellyfish. The title and the cover design were what made me lust over it, but I discovered it was also one of those witty books with good hooks. The first thing I read inside it was, "Money doesn't talk. It swears." -Bob Dylan. And then I started reading, the author ranting about blogs. Haha! I'm gonna have a blast reading it, even though it's kinda huge. I checked out The Sad Truth About Happiness, a book about some thirty-something woman trying to cope with her sorry self. I liked the cover photograph, though. And the spine's pattern is delish. I might take a picture and use it for reference. And, last but not least, The Diary. Super. Corny. But whatever, it sounded good. The cover's really granny-like. Hah. It's about two sisters finding their mom's diary and discovering that their father was not really their father. Surprise! And, as if the above weren't enough by itself, I want to talk about two things now. 1. At the library, as I was looking for The Effects, I noticed a lot of books had the author's name in way larger print than the title of the actual book! That's as if the author was more important than the book itself and you're reading for the author, not the book. Like the Hannah Montana example. "Ugh, I hate that shirt." *Grabs it, inspects it, discovers Hannah Montana on the back of it* "I love this shirt!" Typical 8-year-old. Hmph. 2. Do you ever look at a word and.. it looks funny? But you know it's spelled that way. You just never noticed the way it looked. The combination of the letters seems strange. And you think, "Wow, that word really looks like that? Nah." But you know it does. It just happened to me now as I typed. And I wonder what the same word looks like to others. The word was 'truth'. I don't know if you understand.

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