Olivia’s Blog.

i finished reading post office by , and it was magnificent, just as i expected. amidst the moments were you just wanted to throw a drink in his face, bukowski was able in many instances to reel you back in with moments of joy, hilarity, humanity and despair, all that cut deep into the fabric of my being and left a scar no amount of neosporin could ever heal. bukowski’s raw and honest character throughout this novel has, once again, changed my idea of fine literature by reminding me writing doesn’t always need to be littered with meaning(less)ful metaphors and vivid imagery. no. sometimes, it just has to be real.

remember to call your parents if you’re gonna be late,

olivia

It’s 2009. So far I’m feeling overtly cynical this year and have decided to attempt to do my report on a man who I can currently relate to. The Buk. I’ve began reading Post Office and am almost half way into it. It’s beautiful and goes down smooth like a whiskey sour on a hot summer afternoon. My only fear is finding worthy criticisms on it, that may be difficult. Nonetheless, I’ve snagged this username and am determined now more than ever to write successfully on this novel. Hip hip hooray!!!!!!!!!!

Remember to eat your vegetables,

Olivia