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New York Times  bestselling author  Lauren Oliver  delivers a gripping story about two sisters inexorably altered by a terrible accident. So if you've been following previous posts, you know that Vanishing Girls was featured in the March favourites. I was incredibly excited for this to hit the shelves and practically screamed with joy on the morning of the 10th.  Sadly, only three hours after the Hardback arrived at my house, I was almost kind of ready to send it back. Couldn't believe it and I'm still a little bit in denial, but I guess these things happen. I'm saying this with a really heavy heart because the book wasn't terribly written, nor was the story by any means ludicrous - just couldn't seem to hold my interest for more much than 10 minutes.   The writing itself was of course compelling, well written and  typically Oliver-esque, but unfortunately, whatever it was, every time I sat down with it nothing really went in. I just felt super...

Okay folks, let's get real for a second. I thought about doing a post like this for a long time, but always managed to find a reason to talk myself out of it. There have been quite a few post on the subject popping up here and there and after reading through a good dozen I kept thinking,  'Why am I being such a coward ? All of these people are so brave to put their feelings out there, so why can't I?  So today, I'm going to try and add my views and personal experiences to the subject 'Reading your way out of depression.'  I'll talk about the experiences I've made and what kind of role reading played in my battle with depression.  This post will probably consist of a lot of rambling, so just bear with me. Writing this post is something I've been meaning to do for over a year so there'll be a lot of ground to cover.  I've been meaning to make my posts a little more personal in general, rather than just churning o...