Let’s get a few things straight. No beating around anyone’s bush –> straight to the factttsss. This blog will only consist of posts that I will immediately regret after posting due to the fact that I have no business having any type of opinion on absolutely anything.. Also if you are hoping to read some genius interpretation of some of the finest literature please do both of us a favor and just block me, or whatever you do on WordPress to completely erase the risk of you reading my trash reviews that will make you instantly hate me and want to tell me why.
This Blog is called, “Chloe’s Literary Cliches.” Yes, I am Chloe… Literary Cliches represents my writing because I am not providing any newfound knowledge.. I am the most predictable person ever. Middle Age 20yr old who has dry sarcasm to cover up how insecure I am?? YES PLZZZ!! But hey…Every cliche was once a brilliant new idea or way of doing things so,,,, here’s to embracing my insecurities! Woohoo! 😛
Also if you haven’t noticed…. I am not a writer, and I usually never reread anything. (Or am I just that bad at English that I can’t form a correct sentence?) So if bad punctuation and incorrect use of words drives you crazy please join the people who already hate me because I am a disgrace to book bloggers everywhere.
This is my little oasis where I can drink my wine, probably get a little too tipsy and post my reviews about the books that I am usually too embarrassed to openly say I am reading. (Why do I still love young teen love, gross)
Okay now if you are a visual person and want to know what kind of blog this is. Picture a trashcan on fire. No further explanation needed.