Ahh the old days in the 90s and 00s when books cost 20 cents each at charity shops and I’d come home to a whole bag full :')
Ahh the old days in the 90s and 00s when books cost 20 cents each at charity shops and I’d come home to a whole bag full :')
The Secret by Rhonda Byrne. My mum’s friend lent it to her praising it and I picked it up out of curiosity. I try to never DNF any books no matter how bad but I got 2 chapters in and realised it was going to be the same thing repeated every chapter. Manifest your good luck and riches and if bad stuff happens its your own fault for being negative.
I’m sorry for your grandmother. May she rest in the most amazing peace. My grandfather passed away last year and although I did see him in his final days at the hospital, I felt guilty for not taking time to see him when he was still at home. But you know, life and covid scares happen so I didn’t get to see him as much as I could have. They know we loved them though so don’t feel bad. The intention was there and she knew that.
My comfort read is Harry Potter as well. I’ve been feeling down lately due to relationship trauma that’s been replaying in my mind and current relationship issues and insecurity and the only thing that would keep me going through the day is knowing I can curl up with a Harry Potter book at the end of the day. As soon as I open it I feel this cosy relief.
I’m sorry for your grandmother. May she rest in the most amazing peace. My grandfather passed away last year and although I did see him in his final days at the hospital, I felt guilty for not taking time to see him when he was still at home. But you know, life and covid scares happen so I didn’t get to see him as much as I could have. They know we loved them though so don’t feel bad. The intention was there and she knew that.
My comfort read is Harry Potter as well. I’ve been feeling down lately due to relationship trauma that’s been replaying in my mind and current relationship issues and insecurity and the only thing that would keep me going through the day is knowing I can curl up with a Harry Potter book at the end of the day. As soon as I open it I feel this cosy relief.
I wish I remembered the title and name of the “author” but it was a friend of a friend who had self published a book and offered to sign it for me. I never did get a copy but I read an excerpt online. I think it was about a guy and a girl who were running away from some guys who wanted to hurt them… there were also random “love poems”. The book was a spelling and grammatical mess. It made no sense, went nowhere and the characters names kept changing.