This is a bit of a love letter.
Not to a single person, though if it was, it’d be to A.S. King who remains one of those authors I’d like to be when I grow up into a big author person. 1,085 more words
I used to love having a calendar stocked up with events because I can get extremely restless. These days, I want nothing more than a day off to tangle my blanket around my body and get absorbed into a great novel (this week’s reads are down below!). 215 more words