The past two weeks have been busy, so I’ve been MIA for awhile. First my sister got married (that wore me out for days), then this next book was decently long, then there were concerts to go to, plays to usher and a new car to be bought. But we are back and after this, we only have ten more till the goal!

“We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning.”
But wait, in this case, someone did start the little fires.

I was supposed to pick a happier book to read for number 40. After all the suspenseful, slightly disturbing reads, my boyfriend told me it would be a good idea. This read has a happy ending but is pretty socially relevant all at the same time.

My boyfriend and I bought a townhouse a few months back, so when we say we have neighbors, they is no yard to separate us. Luckily, we like them.

Imagine you think your husband is a serial killer. Actually you’re convinced he is because you keep finding evidence it may be true. How would you react?