The death club caroline peckham6/27/2023 "Tatum!" Monroe bellowed as he raced away down the dirt track, running at full speed, not even sparing a glance back at us as he chased after her. My hands were painted red with it, my shirt soaked through, the leaves at my feet stained wet with it, the crimson colour catching in the faint moonlight from above. It’s a great community who you can share your passion for books with as well as having a few laughs with!ī lood. If you need a place to chat books and escape from the world, we’d love for you to come and join our reader group. state of Sequoia and centres around a pandemic similar, but more extreme than the coronavirus. May you dive into the next book like a soldier returning to war, with battle scars on your heart and tear stains still dirtying your cheeks as you lift your chin and face another author eye to eye and demand, “More.” May your partner shrink away in alarm and debate your sanity (while you garble about the love of your life who just died and who was not them). May your tears be shed with abandon and your kindles survive being thrown across the room (so you can come back for more suffering). May you be thrown from the cliff of this book and many others with the knowledge that your pain has not gone unnoticed (and the authors are laughing).
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