Muddle, it has just been published and the libraries are often a little behind in new items. I just happened across it in the bookstore and fell in love with it, from the first time my eyes locked on its pages, I knew this read was meant to be. It was new, exciting and I felt so alive and I just couldn't put it down. I hide it from my W, the book and I meet secretly in a dimly lit secluded spot in my basement, we take it slowly just one page at a time. I never planned to love this book, it just happened. I do feel guilty about my new love as my W thinks I'm doing laundry but hey, I can't help what I feel! This all seems vaguely familiar to me for some strange reason!
