I'm trying to get back into the habit of sitting down and trying to write and so far it's helping, thankfully. I recently purchased the new J.K. Rowling book 'The Casual Vacancy' and I've been pleasently surprised with it. It's and extremely interesting story following the lives of multiple people in a small British village after the death of a council member. It's a little hard at first to realize that it is not apart of the Harry Potter serious and the language and writing are quite different, but after the first few pages I found myself instantly hooked. I really recommend reading it if you ever get the chance, I highly doubt that you'll ever regret it.
It always seemed a rather strong coincidence between the kindness of others hearts and their socks. My sister has this best friend who never wears matching socks and they've only ever had one fight. In the fifth grade they fought over a boy that my sister wouldn't tell my mom about, she said it lasted about a week before they cried and hugged and everything was better again. They promised never to fight again, and it wasn't one of those silly ten year old girl promises, it's lasted them their lives so far. My sister always told me just how important socks were in life, especially the ones that didn't match. The girl I fell in love with never wore matching socks. Not once did I see her small feet clad in two of the same style. I think my sister had it right, there really is something lovely about the little disorganization of mismatched socks. Something in that trait gives hearts a different beat, a different rhythm. A mismatched rhythm.
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