I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.
I’d like to add this on, to make things easier for everyone, since the books aren’t…actually in the correct order if you just read them in chronological order.
It’s a link to a masterpost of mine with all of the books in their proper order, using the site above, so that you don’t have to play a guessing game with which books you should be reading when.
Please don’t take the words “read animorphs” lightly, I experienced these books at nearly thirty years old and I am still shaken by some of the body horror, vividly accurate representations of psychological trauma and at least a dozen explorations into the terror of genocide.
