Just before I left for Florida I picked up Vivienne Westwood: An Unfashionable Life by Jane Mulvagh. The book started off great, but just as my luck would have it I left the book in Tampa. I'm guessing the book was left in the reusable grocery bag I brought to Clearwater Beach. I don't want to turn into one of those people that merely start books, but it seems like I'm slowing veering down that path. It's really not my fault though. I mean, I didn't plan on leaving the Westwood book in Florida. I didn't plan on having the mighty winds of the east take away my copy of Does God Have A Big Toe on that breezy day in the park. And I certainly didn't plan on having my copy of The Stranger catch flame as I was lighting my Vanilla Cupcake Yankee candle.
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