They say not to judge a book by a cover, but when it comes to books, I always do. I’m judgmental like that. A good cover is what makes me notice a book on my round through the bookstore. If it doesn’t pique my interest, I’ll probably not pick it up. Not picking it up was not an option with The Watchmaker of Filigree Street though, as its cover
In light of me wanting to put more focus on my writing, even though an actual book might not be in the works just yet, I have decided to bring a new column to the blog: Tales on Tuesday. Because a little explanation might be in order, here goes:
With the big 3-0 nearing, I found myself pondering all the ‘to do before 30’ lists. I once read a quote saying that if you haven’t achieved anything before 30, you never will. It always stuck with me, enticing me to do things and to try to become the best version of me as soon as possible. Before 30, anyways.
So yes, I’m a book nerd. I love spending my evenings with a good story and a hot cuppa. When I moved in with my boyfriend, I got rid of a lot of my furniture and stuff. BUT. My one condition was that all of my books were coming with me (well, and my favorite chair, the cabinet that used to belong to my grandparents, my collection of vintage
