I've been yearning to dive back into my faded love for reading. I remember when I was younger I would spend hours reading books, and I would often finish them within a couple days.
Now I feel that with the instant gratification that comes from technology, it has become (embarrassingly) hard for me to get through more than a paragraph.
The last really engrossing book I read was The Bell Jar by Slyvia Plath. I definitely recommend it to anyone, especially those interested in reading brutally honest material about depression and the damaging chase for perfection.
Looking forward to seeing your responses!