Note: if you are not
interested in being enraged along with me or learning why you should not read “The
Fault in Our Stars”, then feel free to skip over this post. It’s more of a rant
than a post, anyway. Sometimes a girl’s gotta rant. I also broke this into five
parts to make it easier to digest (though you will probably end up with gastrointestinal
problems after this anyway).
An angry introduction
In the past week, I have been reminded why I hate summer
reading.
I have also begun to hope that this fancy-ass new private school to
which I am transferring is not as shitty as its choices in literature, because
damn. I have been traumatized.