There is magic. It shows itself in the way a book chooses you.
Right now, reading The Little Paris Bookshop is like knowing a secret admirer. Bidding its time, the book showed up just when I needed it. I don’t know how books do it. I don’t know how they know you need them. But this isn’t the first time I’ve experienced it.
At some of the most crucial phases of my life, a book has popped up and stayed. Its been a bed warmer, confidant and secret lover. It has made me feel safe, warm and taken care of.
For those of you who are looking for something soulful to read, grab this. For those of you who are looking for just about anything at all, grab this.
Too much amor.