‘It starts with blood’ Love. ‘In the middle of the night, I wake, like a hound scenting the fox, and place a hand between my thighs. It comes away sticky and dark. I used to feel grief about it, once. Now, I am numb.’ Sat, goosebumps. Love love love urgh such a good start to the book 💕

‘After 112 years, 63 days, 14 hours, and 29 minutes, I reached a conclusion. That dog-turd fungus abandoned me.’

I am sat, I am in love, no one disturb me, a new 5 star read might be in the works! 💕