The Long Weekend

Happy day back from a long weekend! It’s going to be a rough one.

How was your fourth of July? Did you do anything fun?

After a morning of eating coffee cake and singing along to Perry Como, the Wolf and I spent the afternoon lounging outside.

He, snug as a bug in a rug in the dewy grass.

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Me, nestled amongst the flowers, book in hand.

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I wrote in my last post about The Little Paris Bookshop and how the main character is a literary apothecary who prescribes books for people as a form of medicine.

I said that if I were to have met him in real life, TLPB is the book I think he would prescribe for me.

Well, I think he would have also prescribed the book I read this weekend as well.

Coming off a pretty bad week, all I wanted for the weekend was to relax and escape reality, so I picked up Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. I devoured it in 2 days.

I will tell you nothing about the book, just know if you want to escape reality for a little bit, you must read it!

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I didn’t just love this book because of the escape. There were a few lines in it that spoke to my soul. I know what you’re thinking, “a young adult, fantasy book spoke to your soul? Really Caitlin?”

Yes. Yes it did.

You may have noticed I haven’t been blogging much. In fact I think I had less than 10 posts last month.

The thing is, life has gotten so hectic that I had to eliminate something otherwise I would never sleep and in the end, that thing ended up being the blog.

I haven’t been anywhere or done anything exciting recently. When I’ve gone out, I’ve gone to the same restaurants. My nights are spent in PJs watching TV and my weekends are filled with running errands and walking the pup.

Nothing special and nothing I thought was worth blogging about. In other words: nothing extraordinary.

How does this fit in with Miss Peregrine’s? Well I’ll leave you with one of the last lines of the book and, hopefully, it’ll strike a cord with you the same way it did with me:

“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.”

So, this July come along with me and find the extraordinary in the ordinary.

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