(I’m down to a whisper in a daydream on a hill.)
“The dead were her business. She lived with them, worked with them, studied them. She dreamed of them. And because that didn't seem to be enough, in some deep, secret chamber of her heart, she mourned for them.”
Glory In Death, J. D. Robb

I realized that I won’t read any other book until I finish the “In Death” series, which means, Heartsick is going to be closed once again, because I bought Glory in Death (the second book of that series) and I, seriously, cannot help myself. Another two sleepless nights are awaiting me, since that’s what it took me to read the other one. And oh my goodness gracious, my bed is the most uncomfortable place to read on.

Hai, my name is Vanessa. I'm named after a brilliant actress and people usually call me Nessa. I've became a bookwhore for some reason yet to be discovered. Nice to meet you.

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