Knots in Throats, Sore Bile

I am back, safe and sound, in my own home. Quite for some time, in fact, but still, there's never a time too long and too abrupt to being home, being nestled in my own bed, being lit by my own family. I reckon I've been eating and hydrating well. I'm trying to be a healthy, adequately leafing plant. 

It's exam season, tasks overbrewing, so I've been taking the majority of my time to study, review, examine textbooks, screenshot pages and algorithms, liquefying my brain, except for the tinny tiny portion of it convincing me, successfully, to still read, despite all this. I finished salt slow, it was delightful. I greatly missed some of the stories, characters, universes in there, missed biting into the string of words and tasting the pearlful of juice and berries, missed all the different dimensions and mirrors girlhood and womanhood reflect/manifest upon, the different ways we are fractured, the ways we are monstrous, gloriously fatal, and swollen with rage. Could've read it in a non-prolonged period (took me almost a month), but felt grateful nevertheless that I got to read it, got to bring it all the way to my lonely dorm life in Klaten, got me thinking of all the other majestically wonderful books I've read, including: K-Ming Chang's Gods of Want, Zin E. Rocklyn's Flowers for the Sea, Eka Kurniawan's Beauty is a Wound, Megan Hunter's The End We Start From, Kim Fu's Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century, María Ospina's Variations on the Body, Samantha Hunt's The Seas, amongst many others. It's the kind of book I don't mind re-eating, revisiting its plump. 

I'm reading Bloodmarked now, the sequel to Legendborn. What a bloodful of wrath, that book. I love it. Knew I was gonna love it like this, and beyond. Saving some of the more savory parts for tomorrow when I'm done with my final, final exam (fingers crossed). 

Some random tidbits from either salt slow or Bloodmarked. I love living through books (and words). Love, love, love. Ciao. 

(Seems endless enough?)