Am I Reading Slower?!?!

I don’t know if it’s an age thing or a life thing, but lately I feel like I’ve been taking forever to read anything.

Rereading that sentence I’ve come to the conclusion that it is definitely a
“life thing”, nothing can truly be an “age thing” at 26…well a few things, but not this thing.

Anyway, I digress.

The last book I read (& I’m not counting graphic novels) was The Republic of Thieves by Scott Lynch. It was 690 pages; I started reading it on June 19th and I didn’t finish it until July 11th – which prompted me to tweet the following tweet:


It took me nearly a month to read something that usually would take me no longer than 3-7 days to read. Practically an entire month of reading only that novel. Looking back, I honestly can’t think of any life events that would have caused me to take forever and a day to read that dang book. I was pretty much over my break-up at that point, my room was clean, I wasn’t in school, and I was in what I consider to be a pretty decent mental state. Essentially, I was living my best life.

And the thing that truly bothers me about the whole situation is now I’m side-eyeing every other book I’m considering reading like “Are you going to take me forever to read? Am I going to waste nearly a month of my time reading yet another book that I’m going to give 3 stars to on Goodreads? What’s really good book? Lemme know now before I pick you up.”

I don’t even know if I’m enjoying the book that I’m currently reading because I keep looking at the date and wondering if I’m taking too long to read it. It’s lowkey giving me anxiety.

Which brings me to my questions:
Have you ever gone from being a relatively quick reader to all of a sudden taking forever and a day to finish something you would have usually finished in a less than a week?
What did you do to reboot your reading speed or are you still struggling with it?

Please, let ya girl know because I’m actually stressing about this dang situation.

Hope you have a wonderful day & read a wonderful book!
– Rae



Video version of this post can be found here: Reader Problems || Reading Slower?!

Rereading Childhood Faves || Angelic Layer || Post-read Reflection

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I’m happy that I started my reread with Angelic Layer because I had completely forgotten how adorable this series is! The main character, Misaki, is such a relatable sweetheart and I can definitely see why I loved this series when I was in middle school.

Did my memories hold up?
Kinda. I did find the panel that featured Misaki sewing her doll’s outfit, but for some reason, I remembered it being in her bedroom and not outdoors so my memory was a tad bit faulty there.

I also completely forgot about how young everyone is. The main character is 12 years old, one of the competitors in the tournament that she enters is 5, and with the exception of Misaki’s aunt and a few other adults, the oldest character is 17. I have no idea why I thought everyone was in their late teens – I guess it has to do with how mature yet childish all the characters come across.

Another thing I had forgotten about was how detailed the actual battles are and the extent that the players can modify their dolls. I remember thinking that the technology was amazing when I was a pre-teen, but I don’t think I was as amazed as I am now.

And there were two things that I didn’t catch the first time I reread this series. The first was that Misaki names her doll Hikaru, which is a character from Magic Knight Rayearth, which is another series that I want to reread! And the second is that Piffle Princess, the store that sells the dolls, is also featured in Cardcaptor Sakura.

Did I enjoy the series?
Yes. I very much enjoyed this series. I would definitely recommend this to pre-teens who are interested in reading manga. This series just seems like a good place to start if someone is unsure about what type of manga they want to read. It has action, comedy, a very, very tiny bit of romance, and it’s just overall adorable.

I do understand that this series was marketed specifically to pre-teen boys, but honestly, I think it would appeal to everyone.


*Video version of this post can be found here:  Rereading Childhood Favorites || Angelic Layer || Part 2
*Vlog footage of my reread can be found here: Bookish Vlog || Angelic Layer Reread


Borrow this series from a library near you
Volume 1 || Volume 2 || Volume 3 || Volume 4 || Volume 5 

The Rereading of the Reread || Angelic Layer || Pre-reading Thoughts



The first series that I’m planning on rereading is Angelic Layer by CLAMP.

If this post looks incredibly familiar, it’s because I essentially posted this exact post two months ago. I finished my reread of the series a few days after that initial post, but due to odd life circumstances I just never got around to posting my thoughts or even editing any of the vlog footage.  I’ve decided to just re-reread this series since at this point in time I don’t have as much going on as when I first reread it. I’m not dealing with relationship stuff, packing for a trip to Vegas, or working an insane amount of extra hours. So, let’s get this rereading party started off right this time!

How I Encountered This Series
In middle school I had two friends who could have potentially recommended this series to me; J and M. J was super into manga and anime and M was also into manga but not as much as J. I’m pretty sure that both of them had read the series because I faintly remember having conversations with both of them about how cool it would be if the technology that made the dolls move actually existed.

Even though I recently reread this series, my memories are still a tad bit hazy. There’s still one panel that sticks out in my mind, and it’s when the main character, Misaki, is sewing her doll’s battle outfit. I remember seeing that panel and wanting to be able to hand sew clothing. I was actually really excited when we hit the Home Economics portion of our elective rotation in middle school because it meant that we would be spending a month learning how to hand sew. I wanted soooooooo badly to be able to sew clothing, but alas, while I can mend clothes (& kinda sorta put something together) being able to hand sew an entire outfit is not something I can do.

However, I do also remember buying a Barbie Doll and attempting to sew her an outfit. I can’t remember the specifics of what either the Barbie or the outfit looked like, but it was definitely “bad” enough that I just didn’t pursue anything sewing related after that.

Do I Expect To Still Enjoy It?
Heck yes.



Nine minutes.

It only took me 9 minutes to remove my ex-fiance’s handiwork from my bedroom mirror.

9 minutes to remove what I’ve seen nearly every single day for (give or take) 4,380 days.

540 seconds to remove something that I truly believed I couldn’t escape from; something that I told people that I didn’t even see since it had been there for my entire adult life.

Our relationship ended nearly 2 years ago. It ended with shattered glass and flashing lights. It ended so abruptly that we didn’t even understand the finality of it. He would reach out to me and I would look at myself in the mirror, see the words and instantly feel like I owed him something.

I believed that if you loved someone, no matter how toxic they were for you, no matter how deeply they broke you, you had to be there for them; you had to give them a chance.

I believed love was about taking risks; putting it all on the line and hoping for the best. I believed love meant sacrificing your spirit to make your partner happy. I believed love happened when a person forced you to feel their love.

I believed that was love and since they say “Seeing is believing”, I had to remove it from my sight.

9 minutes to remove what took less than 60 seconds and lasted nearly 12 years.






I wish I could just upload my memories in their entirety to the internet. Every time that I sit down and attempt to write out everything that’s happened these past few weeks it seems so hollow and empty.

My words fail to capture the background sounds of everything, the brightness of a color, the dizziness of illness, the emotional context of a heartbreaking conversation, the caress of a potential lover, the beauty of the world, and the lust for something different. My words hold none of the magic that those events carried with them.

I feel like I’ve lived these past weeks in a haze of booze, energy drinks, and shit food. Yet, I’ve also gone on adventures, experienced “experiences” (for lack of a better word), and stepped so far outside my comfort zone it’s startling to me.

I’ve danced in front of people like nobody was watching, I’ve flexed my sexual prowess, and I’ve experimented with my sensuality. I’ve learned to look at myself as an entire person and not just as a combination of parts. I’ve learned to care for myself in both spiritual and physical ways.

I’ve learned to appreciate my abilities to love, laugh, forgive, and move forward with the occasional backward glance.

I’m still learning though.

However, I’m going to take a more relaxed approach to learning now. No more binge drinking, no more drunk texting/calling, and no more contact with people I’m not really vibing with just because I don’t want to be alone. I’m dedicating myself to me and to the people who’s energies have inspired me in the most positive of ways.