There are certain types of fiction that I automatically avoid – not out of a sense of morality or even preference, but because I know myself enough to know what will affect me. What will affect me in such a way as to leave me lying awake at night hiding my face under the covers and startling at my laundry basket, that with my glasses off, looks like a hunched-over figure in the dark.
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This is my first time participating in the Friday Face-Off book tag started by Books By Proxy, with the most recent upcoming Friday Face-Off list at Lynn’s Books. This week’s theme is “Made for Each Other”, with the caveat to interpret that however you please. I chose to look at different covers of one of my favorite books, Crocodile on the Sandbank.
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Last night I made a stop at one of my favorite places in the world: the library. Did I need to check out more books? Absolutely not. I already had a bagful out, but I couldn’t help myself, upon returning some books, to beeline toward the shelves and pick up a few more.
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glimpses here and there