I think I was drawn to the book by the story of Bee’s name: she hates telling people her real name, Bernice, because it feels like an acknowledgement of the permanence of that person in her life. I mean, he was wearing glasses, but otherwise I was just yelling at a random Icelandic guy like some kind of crazy person.īack to books. Sierra Abrams and I have been following each other for awhile on Twitter, ever since I found out about this book she wrote called The Color Project and started obsessively tweeting at her about how excited I was. Not even someone who looked remotely like my brother. I finally looked up at him mid-rant, and guess who it was? NOT MY BROTHER. I was traveling with my brother, so when I saw him standing at the check-in counter, I walked up to him and, as siblings do, immediately started absolutely berating him about why he was just printing only one ticket, and why his suitcase was laying sideways, etc. The other day, I was at the airport in Iceland. I’m back! And I’m armed with an excellent book to talk about! And I’m low-key obsessed with Harry Styles’s new album! And… I have a story. Remember me? I used to talk about books? And boy bands? And all the embarrassing moments in my life?
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