Book on Window Ledge

Chicago has been beautiful, before noon on Friday I took some time to sit in the shade beneath a tree in the park, a light breeze fluttering the pages of my book and dappled sunlight pouring through the branches before resting on my sandal-clad toes. I’m finishing up The Book Thief, and although I wasn’t sure about it at first (I’m more than halfway through now) it seems to have grown on me.

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