My daughter brought home this book last night.
I read the last part of the book barely breathing. Couldn’t around the knot of pain in my chest. Very, powerful, wonderful book.
Category: My Writing Life
…because fiction is our greatest escape from reality…
My daughter brought home this book last night.
I read the last part of the book barely breathing. Couldn’t around the knot of pain in my chest. Very, powerful, wonderful book.