love is a dangerous angel
tomorrow i will be heading home again. funny how when i'm there home is here, when i'm here home is there. i am mixed up right now, i know.
on the plane i will be re-reading one of the most wonderful books ever: dangerous angels by francisca lia block. i can (and have) read this book over and over and over.
the picture above is from the 1998 edition. why do they change? here's the current one:
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one of my best flights was the one in which i read dangerous angels for the entire flight. it is such a good book! i've read it a few times and then i got my husband into it.
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