Not every book belongs in your suitcase.
Books have a funny way of following us into the most unexpected places.
Not every summer reading day is sunshine.
If you have mussels, clams, and potatoes, dinner is already halfway done.
Sometimes the perfect weekend is just a good book, something cozy to eat, and nowhere else to be.
Sometimes “must-read” makes me curious… and sometimes it makes me pause.
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