One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and… I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire. The nurse asked me to rate the pain, though I couldn’t speak I held up nine fingers. Later, when I start to feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. "You know how I know?" she said, "you called a 10 a 9." But that wasn’t the truth. I didn’t called it a 9 ‘cause I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10.
And this was it. This was the great and terrible 10.
“this leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously.”
I will never not reblog
¿You know what i love about this books? You can actually see the writer’s improvement in every book. I growed with this series, and i saw how J.K. Rowling’s career growed with me too. It took 17 years to finish all the Harry Potter books, and it worth all the waiting.