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.
Some stories pull you in because of the romance. Others stay with you because of the healing underneath it.
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