I'm very picky with books. No, it wouldn't be fair to let that one slip by, hence the clear cut out. My Twihard status has earned my taste in a "good read" absolutely no repute, and for that matter, has probably rendered my reviews obsolete, but in my defense, a good chunk of that part of my life was fueled by the appearance of some fine-looking actors, and the much loved/hated Meyer who happened to catch me at the right time of teenage hood. I was going to talk about my new love for Van de Wetering's The Empty Mirror but I suppose that will be to no avail, now that I can almost hear all of your virtual tutting.
Wearing: pants, jacket, and tie-over from F21, thrifted bag, vintage boots