Rhea was starting to dislike that smile a lot. It was the smile of a man who found nothing funny and everything amusing.
I was in a bit of a reading funk. Real-world obligations made me tired. It was just easy to come home, turn on the tv, and fade into a nice vegetative state. I TRIED to read, here-and-there, but I just couldn’t get into anything. I couldn’t get past the first page or two of any book that I picked up. Then I tried The Seventh Bride by Ursula Vernon (she uses the pen name T. Kingfisher for her more adult-y books), and my reading block was cured. You should read it.