I’ve never been so into a book before, but I’m not a reader so that’s hardly amazing I guess. I kind of dreaded finishing it. I found a pillows channel on youtube and listened to their discography backwards on the wii while going through the last “few” quickfire chapters and occasionally sketching or inking something around me on my bed. I tried to force myself to cry on multiple occasions while reading and it actually worked. I always thought I was a crier but I recently realized I’m just selfish. I can only seem to cry over myself and sometimes, fiction. But I wanted to read this book for some specific reasons that I might talk about later, because I wanted to have a physical reaction to this subject  matter. So that sorta worked out(added this crying rant in last, it’s pretty awkward.) I finished right as the song “So long, Universe” started, and the videos stopped working after it ended. I thought that was ridiculously fitting.

…I think I might read it again now, if not after I make everyone I know read it. I was going to draft this and say more later, but this is what came to me so I’ll just post it. Gonna see if I can go to sleep, now that I’m all “heady.” Dftba, my tiny handful of readers…