I was roaming through the bookstore with no idea what I was looking for. It was such a treat to be able to read all the titles. (Add this to the multitude of things I’ve taken for granted before this last year.) It was not crowded so I could wander the aisles in my normal clockwise fashion: recommended reads, fiction, mystery, poetry, YA, memoirs, travel, music.
The first title that caught my eye also gave me a start: When in French: Love in a Second Language by Lauren Collins. North Carolina girl falls in love with French man, communication develops in English, they marry and she delves into the French language. On the book jacket cover, I read that she told her mom “she’s given birth to a coffee machine.”
I told my boyfriend’s mom I liked her dead fish as I watched her fish tank (not realizing there were two Spanish words for fish with one being food and the other a live fish).
I’m not sure I’m ready to read it. I know I want to do so, but my face is still a little metaphorically wet from my accidental wash with our bidet.
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