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Books for the next TEN years? I can't even decide what I want for breakfast...

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Honestly, this might be one of the hardest posts that we've written all year. As the title says, I can't even decide what I want for breakfast, so how could I even begin planning for the books I want to read over the course of the next ten years. Realistically, this is a list of books that I plan on reading each year and I don’t think theres a particular reason why I want to read each book a certain year – I just put it in the year that felt right. I just know that, at some point, I'll find other books that are far more interesting and this list will probably end up being abandoned....oh well. 2025: Once Upon a Broken Heart by Stephanie Garber: “Every story has a villain. The only question is whether you know who it is.” This book has absolutely blown up on my insta feed and I may or may not have impulsively bought it (and some other books on this list), but since I already have the book, I thought why not start with this one? Not only does this book currently have my att...

Immigrant Child Struggles

I would be lying if I said the play “English” wasn’t relatable. It’s no surprise that as an immigrant child, I’m constantly living a double (really triple if you think about it) life. Honestly, I can’t say I relate to the idea of the “pain” of having an accent since I never really had one when I spoke in English. So, to an extent, when I hang out with my friends, English flows relatively easy. My parents and I battel on the middle ground – sometimes in one of the various south Indian languages and other times in English. The problems, I think, are worse when it comes to my native language. In the play, Marjan references how English sounds wrong to her and just like that, my native languages feel weird on my tongue. Back when I lived in India, I was fluent in 3 languages and could casually switch between them whenever I felt like it. Now, even speaking to my grandparents feels hard. Quite frankly, I don’t think I give enough credit to my parents for forcing me to continue to use tho...