Life’s reading. Our babies run our lives, that’s for sure. And our reading lives.
For my personal reading – Euphoria? Abandoned. Too weird, unsurprisingly for how books from the 2010s have been going for me. Almost all of the books that I’ve picked up from that decade have just been too liberal for me. The pendulum has swung that far back for me. It seems kind of unfortunate because those are stories I may have otherwise enjoyed. But I’m just sick of the shit.
I need something from the 90s…or earlier.
And then for some odd reason I picked up The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom last night. Who knows, maybe I’ll enjoy it. But I’ll have something older on standby just in case.
Alessandra is reading... 
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