The melancholic nostalgia of a book worm

Or 24 books that shaped me before the age of 24

I turned 24 today, despite my objections (it should be known that I’m bothered by the even number, not the age), and I think I have to commemorate this somehow. The original plan of writing down 24 things I learned until now didn’t work out – not because I haven’t learned anything, but because I found out that I just don’t have the desire to deal with introspection on my birthday. Meanwhile, I always feel like thinking about books, especially now in the summer, when I can finally dedicate a lot of my time to two of my favorite activities: reading and writing. Continue reading…