Oh, I was sad to hear that Frank McCourt
passed away. I bought Angela's Ashes when it was new... and then let it sit on my bookshelf for eight years. Eight years! When I finally picked it up, for whatever reason it was by then, I couldn't put it down. And then there was 'Tis. I found myself so eager to get back to Frank's charming tale that I developed a habit of picking the book up while I waited at traffic lights. Because apparently when it comes to choosing between reading or making a Target run... I attempt to do both.
Mr. McCourt, you charmed me into developing a bookish girl crush on you. Thank you... because it was a lot of fun.
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