I’ve been reading a lot this week. Not the usual shower of shit. Twitter lists, Facebook drama, clickbait on the Apple News reader. Nope. I got me the new Stephen King and I am, of course, loving it. My Netflix stack o’ shame grows every day while I progress through
i read sleeping beauties whilst doing the vigil for dad. I kind of think it was the wrong book to read at the time as it hit me in all the feels but i'd grabbed it because it was thick. One book i wont be able to go back to just because of the associations.