1. Read more.
2. Finish all the books I have pending and I had already started to read.
3. Read all the books I bought and did not read yet.
4. Review the books here in the blog.
Christian Grey: Please don't hate me.Anastasia Steele: [crying] You'll never do that to me again. I'm not what you want.
Christian Grey: No, you're everything that I want.
Anastasia Steele: I've fallen in love with you.
Christian Grey: No. No, Ana, you can't love me.
Anastasia Steele: I need you to leave. Please.
“The heart is capable of sacrifice. So is the vagina. The heart is able to forgive and repair. It can change it's shape to let us in. It can expand to let us out. So can the vagina. It can ache for us and stretch for us, die for us and bleed and bleed us into this difficult, wondrous world. So can the vagina. I was there in the room. I remember.”
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I’ve never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year old school girl. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. I feel like writing.
I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.
It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.