as i was reminiscing about books of my youth, i uncovered another buried memory.
due to growing up poor circumstances, i was constantly getting free books from different programs as a kid.
i remember when i was around 13? maybe 14? one of these books i received was āprimaveraā by francesca lia block. i think an older lady chose it for me based on the cover alone because i should NOT have been reading this at that age. it was a fantasy which excited me, but i soon realized it dealt with heavy themes and a lot of erotic elements that i didnāt truly understand. but the entire story remains vivid yet distant in my memory.
i think i'm gonna take the plunge and read it again 13 years later. i remember the settings and prose being sooo vibrant and beautiful and i wonder if i would have newfound appreciation for it as an adult.
i still love the cover and wish i still had my copy. but i think i quickly got rid of it after the big āwhat the fuck?ā i felt when i finished it. i def thought my mom would find it and lock me in a dungeon for being a freak bc i slightly enjoyed it even when i was confused.
