I’m an evil book stealer

I’d just finished a few hours of late-night revising. I wanted something easy to read. Something fun. And my daughter had been raving about the book she was reading. The book she was right in the middle of reading…

I did.

I snuck into her room, stole the book from her end table, read the first half, and then replaced the book before morning.

And the next night, I did the same thing.

I am thoroughly (kind of) ashamed of myself. Especially when she’s so nicely offered me the book to read, now that she’s finished it.

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