I’m only on page 11 right now, but I’ve already done what this Perfectionist normally cringes doing: writing on the pages of a book. It’s like she is in my brain! How did she know I’ve had a fascination with homes for as long as I can remember? How did she figure out SO much joy has been skipped right over me because I just, until now, couldn’t find that contentment?
Here’s to what the rest of the afternoon holds. (As I grab a bright green neon highlighter. Watch out!)
I’m sooo glad you are enjoying the book! 🙂 thanks for this sweet post!!
I love that feeling of reading a book and feeling like the author has written it just for me. Enjoy the read!
I NEVER get through a book. I always skip through the pages, flip to the end and take a look, flip back and lose interest. Not this one! I’m reading it for a 2nd time!