Autoboyography by Christina Lauren
Publication: September 12th, 2017 by Simon & Schuster
Number of Pages: 407
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Source: Public Library
Three years ago, Tanner Scott’s family relocated from California to Utah, a move that nudged the bisexual teen temporarily back into the closet. Now, with one semester of high school to go, and no obstacles between him and out-of-state college freedom, Tanner plans to coast through his remaining classes and clear out of Utah.
But when his best friend Autumn dares him to take Provo High’s prestigious Seminar—where honor roll students diligently toil to draft a book in a semester—Tanner can’t resist going against his better judgment and having a go, if only to prove to Autumn how silly the whole thing is. Writing a book in four months sounds simple. Four months is an eternity.
It turns out, Tanner is only partly right: four months is a long time. After all, it takes only one second for him to notice Sebastian Brother, the Mormon prodigy who sold his own Seminar novel the year before and who now mentors the class. And it takes less than a month for Tanner to fall completely in love with him.
i don’t know if you guys will know what i’m talking about but in a lot of fantasy novels and tv shows, there have been scenes where a character will just be in a world that is devoid of any buildings, people, or anything. just like a big, blank, endless world where they will be surrounded by vast nothingness.
that’s what my senioritis feels like right now. there’s a feeling of laziness but it doesn’t feel like the traditional lack of desire to do anything. because i do want to do something, anything, everything. i want to go to college, explore philosophy, read more, dance more, meet people, and all of that. but for some reason, i feel as if i’m standing at a crossroad that resembles that blank white world where i could go anywhere and do anything, if i had any idea what it is i want to do. things that previously mattered before matter less than before and the only thing i can see is the endless possibility that extends in front of me.
this is probably the product of my accepting uncertainty almost too much, to the point where i no longer can see any of the potential paths of life i may take.
this is all word vomit, haha. this is what i get for taking a break from drafting scholarship essays.
til next time?