Been traveling these wide roads for so long. My heart’s been far from you, ten-thousand miles gone

I finished reading the Lovely Bones at 2 am, technically Thursday, whilst my sister and her friend was giggling in the neighbour room. In the library, there were two copies of the book. One paperback and a hardcover book. I chose the paperback, because prefer the feeling of holding a paperback more than I do with a hardcover. It also looked so worn and loved, that I couldn't not pick that one. It's one of my favourite parts about the library, finding worn books that smells of old book and all it's been through. There's no summary on this paperback, nor can I find an official summary for it. It's narrated by a girl named Susie Salmon. She's dead, was murdered, and tells her story from heaven, looking down at her family. I mentioned that I'd seen the movie, so I knew bits of the story. But with all film adaptations, there's always details and scenes that'll be left out. Mainly because it doesn't translate as well as on film like it does in the book. It's been awhile since I've seen the movie, and I've already put it in my list to do, so it's somewhat hazy what I remember. The book is more gruesome in details than I remember the movie. But hands down, it's a beautiful novel. From the first line, it's caught you. And it's hard to put the book down, which is why I ended up reading it until 2 am. There's so much to the book, despite being only about 400 pages. It's not only about a dead girl, it's about handling grief, society, growing up, etcetera. It's a definite recommendation of mine, one of those you won't forget. One of the things I did when being in a funk this week, was to immerse myself into the One Direction world. It's a known strategy for me, as they almost always manage to put a smile on my face. It's nice to enjoy them whilst they're still together, having fun being loons. Been rewatching their gig at iTunes Festival, because it's extremely rare that they do gigs for small crowds nowadays. It's something I would definitely have been for them to do, but there's more money in stadiums. Artists don't have to play as many gigs in order to earn the same amount of money, which means they get more breaks, and that way more people get to see them. However, as my Tumblr friend told me "quality over quantity". I escaped my bed and the darkness today in order to buy chocolate, Cheez doodles and grapes. It was worth it, my sweet tooth says. The bod says something else entirely, and would probably enjoy it more if I'd start exercising again. Before I go I would very much like to recommend a beautiful song. It's called River by Leon Bridges. It's just really good. I listened to it in the midst of the most stressful part of a handball match. I was really agitated, irritated, and angry. It's rare to see me as agitated and angry outside watching a handball match. The tendency to scream and shout profanities is also big. Which is maybe why the song was so great, because it actually mellowed me out a bit. Made me calm. Maybe listen to it tomorrow morning, when you wake up.