I am by no means a photographer. Photography takes a special kind of eye, one that sees things others can’t but gives them a glimpse into something special. I don’t exactly have that, though I like to pretend I do.
Sometimes things just don’t go as planned.
Just because I write and edit, doesn’t mean I can afford to do it for you, for free.
I love, love, love a good book about female relationships. I do. Lately, though, I’ve struggled to find one that drew me in, that hooked me. You know what I mean, right? The kind of book that brings you into the story, makes you feel like a fly on the wall, a part of it all, in it.
Maybe it’s my editing clients or the fact that I spend a lot of time writing. I don’t know, but whatever the reason, I just haven’t found a female oriented book I love. So when my best friend suggested I read Kristin Hannah’s Firefly Lane, I decided to give it a shot. She’s always read things I’ve liked, so I thought for sure I’d love it.
Only, I didn’t. And honestly, I’m really bummed about that, too.