Spoiler Alert: I really liked this one.
When you’re obsessed with reading, all of your time is spent playing catch up.
Do not read if you’re alone in your house at night. Especially if you live near the woods.
I do not envy an artist, of any medium, who’s first work is a massive success. The bar set incredibly high for future work, everything will always be compared to the first. This, unfortunately, is where we find Hawkins’ second novel.
Fun fact: the title of this book is in fact Neverwhere and NOT Neverland. I’m trying to save you all the embarrassment of thinking this is about Peter Pan.
In true stereotypical Texan fashion, my Grandmother met John Wayne once.
Did I ever tell y’all about the time I saw Shutter Island?