1000 Words on How to Fall Out of Love Madly

While I enjoyed the English courses I took in high school and university, I often felt like the texts that were picked out always had a secret agenda. That I was meant to feel superior for reading a translation of Beowulf or something of Christopher Marlowe’s that I didn’t understand and that that itself was what my professors had wanted. To elicit a sort of prestige and intenseness that surrounds and suffocates higher education. Instead, I had wished my courses encouraged me to read books that felt good and right, not always works that were considered great and profound. But I guess that’s what leisure reading is for. I didn’t need to pay thousands of dollars for that, I have a free Goodreads account and a library card. Which I have definitely made use of.

Recently I read Jana Casale’s How to Fall Out of Love Madly in a time of turbulent weather, which altogether made the experience much more dramatic, which I loved. I’m living on the East Coast, in a remote island community where the weather is wild but my bedtime is not. I’m tucked in around 9 pm with the lights out. Wondering am I 23 or 90? And that I really should stop drinking caffeine, it makes me have weird dreams.

Either way, the remoteness of my current life limits my exposure to young adult drama so I was happy to have the craze of the weather and an addicting book to keep me entertained. With snowstorms and high winds, bringing about power outages and the need for a wood-burning fire, I thought for the millionth time this month, why is this Winter…