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Books and other musings!

I love books. If you know me, you probably know that I love books, because I am now on a leaflet that is advertising Young Volunteering over however a larger area. It's rather disconcerting (and, to be quite frank, the picture could be nicer too!) that people can see my face whenever they want to... not that they can't do that anyway, what with making the YouTube videos and what have you thingy ma bob.

This book to your *works out left and right in head* right (? I have no idea... my brain is sleepy) is the book that John Green recently recommended and I have also recently purchased because of this recommendation. I learnt last time (Anna-and-the-French-Kiss-last-time) that John Green is pretty damn good at book recommendations!

I run a reading group with some of the people I volunteer with at my library and we're just getting started. We've had three people turn up so far (I know.) but we're working on it! I'm currently annoyed because I wrote a lovely, beautiful and awesome plan for it, saved it, emailed it and it turns out it hasn't even sent. What is this frivolity. Or whatever. So now I'm re-writing that, in more detail and adding some new things into it also.

Other things that are running through my brain right now is how wonderfully great my Philosophy lesson was this morning. We have an absolutely brilliant teacher and the lesson was thrilling. That is the only work that I can ascribe to it. That and mind-boggling, really. There are so many things to think about and talk about and know! It's a huge world of hugeness out there, it really is.




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