Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Well this was just beautiful
Ok, I feel like I’m missing the point with this book.
Lots of people told me it was amazing, that they loved it, even that it had an impact on their lives.
Well, I’m half-way through, and all I’ve got from it so far is the winiest kid constantly bitching about stuff. He moans about everything, much of it his own causing. He doesn’t like anybody, and is pretentious as hell.
And all he’s done is wander round New York making himself more miserable, and thinking about how much better than everyone he is.
Like, I’m gonna finish it, and hopefully I’ll have some big moment of clarification. But nothing yet…