The year is finally winding down so I have more time to get back into reading. Started off with a light novella. Ok, but nothing to write home about. Seemed a little rushed but I guess that happens when you try to fit a whole romance into less than 200 pages.
I guess you could call this anti-love poetry. Maybe it‘s my English education, but I tend to like old poetry over the modern stuff. Still, this was pretty good. About love lost and the end of a relationship.