Tranquillité

A friend of mine made me promise to read a book called "Hush, Hush" by Becca Fitzpatrick last month. After finally getting hold of a copy I realise much too late that it is a promise beyond my abilities to keep.

I quote to you page 151, otherwise known as What Made Yours Truly Realise the Bitter Truth of Today's Literature.

"Nothing. No Facebook, no MySpace, no blog. It was like he didn't exist."

This is the computer age for you. Human worth measured by number of hits on Google. Not available on Google means nonexistent, not on the map.

You might as well be dead.

I announce this: I will not waste myself reading books that do not define me, pages of no more value to me than tissue. It is the promise I make to myself.