I’m going home at the end of August
If you think you know literature because you’ve watched The Great Gatsby or any other film remake of a great novel, you are wrong.
I miss reading and having time to read, in the final month of my a-levels I’m deciding it’s okay to take some time off to sink in to a book. [[MORE]] Also, I love the devilishly naughty prickle of enjoyment when coming across a surprise raunchy scene in public and getting turned on. It makes me feel bad, guiltily aroused.