She is a great reader, and has no pleasure in anything else.

It seems I'm destined to be perpetually unable to keep a steady blog flow. 

I could blame it on school, which granted, has been busy, but I believe the real culprit is my idleness. The hardest part of everything is always getting started. Take for example, this post which has been waiting months and months for me to write. Now that I've begun typing, the words just flow out. However, it was the action of summing up enough initiative to actually write the post that hindered me.

I wont linger any longer spouting out apologies- or more appropriately- excuses.

"So what do I want to write today?" ponders Monica.

I've been feeling a sudden bout of insecurity. But it doesn't feel like a bout, a more accurate description would be: "I feel a vat of insecurities being poured over me as I sit in a pool of my own tears--- a morbid body of water, a shrine dedicated to all my failings."

Is this teenage angst? It feels more like the end of the world. (YEP, I can check that line off the list of "cliched sayings that must be said by every pubescent adolescent".)

And it's only Wednesday.

Woe is life.

But you know what always makes me feel a million times better?

Reading.

With a novel in hand, I float away from the realm of stark reality and into a land of infinite possibilities (another cliche, I believe? I'm on a roll).

So with no further ado, here's a booklist:

I hope you read through it and find something that might interest you. I recommend everything (well duh, it's my list).

Adios!

*the post title is a quote from Pride and Prejudice.