Ann's Bookshelf
About me
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About Me
Hi!
I'm Ann - I believe we've already established that.
I'm never quite sure how to describe myself. So, here's a quote that I quickly scribbled down into my phone's notepad in my school bathroom, mid-existential crisis:
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"I think my problem is that I've developed my inner-mind so much. Too much. Carefully, gently, I've uprooted the weeds and planted flowers, nurtured them with a loving hand. I am now comfortable enough to sit in there - peacefully, quietly, observing thoughts flow by. I think it's made me forget how to talk to people."
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I think that this sums me up quite well. Really and truly, I haven't figured myself out very much, and my hope is that through the books I read, perhaps I may come closer to doing so.
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I love people. Sometimes, the strength with which I love people is almost overwhelming. As I have previously made clear, I might not always be the best at speaking to them. Nonetheless, I thrill in observing their silly little mannerisms, the way they interact with one another, move and dance about. Like every other creation forged from the forces of nature, human beings are a work of art. And through reading, I am able to explore the very essence that is at the core of our existence.
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I have a strong preference for emotionally-charged, character driven plots, that gently explore the delicate nature of human relationships. So, expect to find a lot of that here.
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I'd like to close off with a quote from Nietzsche:
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music". It doesn't really relate to anything I've just stated above; I just think it aligns very much with my ideals as an individual - and this is an 'about me' section after all. Don't be afraid to be a little bit strange. A little bit absurd. Threaten the norms, be a rebel. Be a skeptic.
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Lots of love,
Ann
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The Little Dove that could not Fly
"Oh dear, little Dove,
Why have they hurt you so?
Tell me, little Dove,
Why have they torn apart
The gentle fibres of your being?
Why have they clipped your wings,
Bound you to the weary Earth?"
"Come to me, little Dove
I'll still love you all the same
Oh, what an act of strength!
To be loving in an ever-unloving world.
Come to me, little Dove
And together we shall soar"