If you wanna know what it means to have a crappy weekend,ask me! After my super melodramatic and elaborate plans for Saturday were trampledupon by fate (mind you-no humanly intervention, or fault, it was), I had a4-hour screaming, fighting, cursing and regretting session. It is yet to takeany direction and I really don’t wanna spill the beans about that particularmatter, so I shall spare you the details. Anyway, so during that horridepisode, while I was crying like a 2 year old, knee scraped girl, I suddenlyhad the urge to jump out of the bed. As soon as I my feet hit the floor, asuffocating black blanket enveloped me, knocking me off my feet. It last anano-second, but long enough for me to lose my balance, hit the floor and sprainmy ankle. It swelled, right before my eyes, and hurt like a you-know-what.
Anyway, consequently I was tied to the bed, in fact couch tobe precise, with a book and limited access to TV (my friend’s grandfather diedtoday, and they live next door). Anyway, because of limited options, I pickedup a book I bought about 3 months back from Sunday Bazaar. It isn’t my kind ofa book-thus the neglect. I like romance, and it’s crazy-awesome if it’shistorical!
But this blog post is not about my preference in novels, butone particular novel that I read today. It was by Lindsey Kelk, called I HeartNew York. It is an exclusive glamour edition, and was my companion for the day.