Just finished reading, and crying about,
Rain Reign, by Ann M. Martin. In my opinion,
Rain Reign is the best book in the universe. I spent the last 30 pages crying away in public, at the coffee shop. No one even noticed and I didn't even care. Thank you coffee shop patrons for not intervening as I
convulsed over the best book on the table in front of me.
Everyone in this place looks pretty cheerful, but who knows? The woman who is the daughter of a Rosie the Riveter is here as usual. She is working on a crossword. She brings her own mug from home every day for her coffee. It's a white
ceramic mug with a peacock feather pattern. I hope she's well.
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