Well, something doesn’t feel right here. Just a short time ago, I declared the previous book that I’d read in the Americana series to be my absolute all-time favourite. And now I loved the one I’ve just finished so much, racing through its pages like a horse set on winning Royal Ascot, laughing and crying... Continue Reading →
“Friends, Lovers and the Big Terrible Thing” by Matthew Perry
Reading this book was painful. I felt sad and angry. At some point, all the negativity so overwhelmed me that I almost decided not to finish. And it says something, for very seldom do I not finish my reads. The reason wasn’t that I condemn addiction and don’t believe that it is a disease. The... Continue Reading →