Review: A Little Life
Here’s the thing. I have absolutely no idea how to review A Little Life. No clue. I have feelings,
lots of feelings, but I don’t really know exactly what I want to say.
I got lost in this book. That’s the first thing.
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A bookworm in her mid-30's who likes sunshine and snow covered mountains and the cold side of the pillow and being the little spoon. Writes book reviews more akin to coffee with friends than any intellectual book club. Binge watcher who has been known to use holiday days to stay in her pyjamas under a blanket watching Ugly Betty and who thinks nothing will ever be as sad as Billy on Ally McBeal although some things come close. Does not believe in the term guilty pleasures - you do you, you gorgeous creature. A happy, sleepy, over-thinker.
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