This week I am halfway through reading; Her Perfect Family by Teresa Driscoll.
Gemma Hartley is getting ready for her graduation, she is clearly anxious to make her parents proud, particularly her mother. At the ceremony, her parents sit proudly at the front, trying to pretend everything is ok between them, whilst it would appear that Gemma's phobia has come true as she stumbles and falls on stage. In actual fact, she has been shot.
A private investigator, who was first on the scene, discovers that all is not as it seems. With the Hartley family hiding so many secrets, will the shooter be caught before they strike again? #reading #bookstagram #books #book #read #bookworm #booklover #bookish #booknerd #bookaddict #instabook #reader #bookshelf #booksofinstagram #bookstagrammer #bookaholic #literature #booklove #igreads #instabooks #readersofinstagram #bookblogger
Some weeks I feel like my brain has been swapped out. They loan it to (or from) sane people for a couple of weeks. I’m not entirely sure at this point if I’m the borrower or lender. Some weeks, someone (mostly my husband) can do or say something and I’ll laugh. Other weeks (this week) I want to cry/scream/kill the nearest passer-by. The problem is, I’m on the mini pill. I haven’t had a period in 10 years, that’s been great but now I’m starting to wonder if it really is? I keep reading horror stories about what the pill does to you (ok these are random stories on the internet but still!) but this doesn’t give me a cycle so I don’t know where my hormones are at. I am, by nature, extremely impatient, when I say extremely, I mean to the extreme of extreme. I cannot tolerate slow walkers or drivers, being late, disorganisation and just waiting for anything in general. I am an absolute delight! My husband, on the other hand, is the extreme of the extreme, OPPOSITE! He dithers, he is never on...
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