whiteness, overwhelming

If you want a book to read this summer, i have a suggestion. Don't read White Bird in a Blizzard I get it, WHITE. It was stupid and as much as i want to tell you the end, i just can't bring myself to, because if you want to know where the mother went, you should have to suffer through this horrible book. And it's not like I suffered through a classic that I could brag about at the end of the summer. "Well, I read <insert classic here>" anyway... my grandmother arrived, and i didn't run today. mom called while she was at work, and among other things, asked if i had run. That's why I don't want to tell her things. I want to do it, but I don't want to be asked if I have or not. I want to choose what I tell you. DON'T ASK!