*Read what floats your boat, peeps. As long as you’re reading, it’s all good on this end.
*Literally the only place it lives is next to my bed. How is this even possible? And it was good, goddammit.
Update: Found it. Shoved in between the mattress and the wall, which means I’ve been trying to read it while asleep, apparently. There were three other books I couldn’t find jammed in there as well.