It is currently nine: fifty-five on Tuesday the twelfth of March, sitting on my bed with this computer thinking about The Silver Road by Stina Jackson, a haunting and beautiful book about loss, redemption and the beauty of finding oneself in another.
I'm sure by this point in my review it i needless for me to say that I enjoyed this book. I loved the writing style and the journey it took me one.
While I found a few qualms and things that didn't sit well with me, i'll leave you to make your own verdict.
I'm sure by this point in my review it i needless for me to say that I enjoyed this book. I loved the writing style and the journey it took me one.
While I found a few qualms and things that didn't sit well with me, i'll leave you to make your own verdict.