Yesterday, while other people insisted on leaving their homes and driving on the slick, icy Dallas streets, I barely left the warm confines of my bed. I read two books, cuddled with my cats, and talked on the phone.
Best. Sunday. Ever.
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Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
The Host: A Novel
One Hundred Years of Solitude
The Buccaneers (Penguin Great Books of the 20th Century)
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