As an ambitious, often exhaustingly so, and anxious seventeen-year-old girl, literature has, unfortunately, become less of a regular character in the routine of my life. I am immersed in literary analysis in English class, of course, and I adore it, but reading solely for pleasure is something entirely different. I have found myself desperate to revert to the girl I used to be, consuming a … Continue reading Liter-share-y: Vol 1.