Reading The Broken Wings, I realized my attitude towards Khalil Gibran has changed. I still like him, but I used to think he had some special connection to the universe that gave his text divine wisdom, and now I just think he's good at making things sound important and pretty.

I still plan on reading Self Portrait as well, but my bf stopped at the bookstore and after scrounging, I'm gonna take a quick detour to read this book he got for laughs: Broetry. Here's the front cover.