Oh, man.  My English class is love.  I've read some pretty interesting shit in our textbook(The New Millennium Reader 4th edition), including Joyce Carol Oates' Were Are You Going, Where Have You Been? 

It's made of awesome.  Her prose is so pretty, yet very frightening. The way a certain character acted/talked in Where Are You Going[...] is extremely creepy, like knock-me-out-with-a-stone creepy. It's the prose, man, it's the prose.  I'm a sucker for prose.

I'm going to read more of her stuff once I hit the bookstore.  :D

She drew her shoulders up and sucked in her breath with the pure pleasure of being alive, and just at that moment she happened to glance at a face just a few feet from hers. It was a boy with shaggy black hair, in a convertible jalopy painted gold. He stared at her and then his lips widened into a grin. Connie slit her eyes at him and turned away, but she couldn't help glancing back and there he was, still watching her. He wagged a finger and laughed and said, "Gonna get you, baby," and Connie turned away again without Eddie noticing anything.

Oh, you poor, stupid girl. 

Today, my soda damaged my textbook, so I guess I'm keeping it.  It's a good thing, I guess, since I liked the stories.  Fate? lololol
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Ok, since I'm on the subject of books:  The Kite Runner.