I just want to eat gelato and read a good book
“Settling down with a good book”
One of the most spectacularly pretentious, bullshit phrases in the English language. Nobody “settles down” with a good book. When you find a good book, a book you REALLY get into, the last thing you do is find a nice quiet spot to read in, with a cup of some ridiculously named herbal tea that everyone pretends doesn’t taste like shit, in hopes of enjoying this great piece of verbal artistry more.
No.
That book will be read absolutely fucking anywhere. On the tube, in the bog, on a noisy, overcrowded bus during rush hour while you try to ignore the horrible smell coming from the grotesque man who’s been pressed into your side by the crowds. And this will come to a head you’re hunkered over in bed at 4am, with your alarm set for two hours from now; eyes red and blinking rapidly, tears leaking out of their corners from sleep deprivation. Because you simply don’t give a shit. You just want to find out what happens next.