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Good afternoon! Today I read a magnificent book about growing up, falling in love, and existing. It's a YA novel called My Heartbeat by Garret Freymann-Weyr, loaned to me by

gl0ry_gl0ry, and I can't get it out of my head. It is marvelously simple and affecting. One might say that it is about the beauty of beginnings, but I would have to say that it's about the pain of endings, and how terrifying and terrible it can be to realize "adulthood."

On a happier note, over at

tor_backstairs, it is time to play "Published or Slush?" again! I know you're all really excited. It took me a while to find the perfect lines for this. I think next month we'll do entire paragraphs!

Now I'm off to eat a pistachio muffin. Catch you later, percolators.

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You know I always wonder about those that find the transition to adulthood painful, but then again I suppose adolescence was so bloody awful that I couldn't wait to rid myself of it.

And I'm also pretty much the same person I was when I was 23. I'm just less overly sensitive. And less eager to get mad at stupidity. But thanks for the book recommend anyhow.