Just finished this last book in the trilogy that began with “The Art of Hearing Heartbeats,” which I loved. This one … not so much. I didn‘t buy into the premise, and the entire book felt like an unnecessary and rather lackluster attempt to continue the storyline past the point of viability.
On the plus side—here‘s a photo of the gorgeous Mountain Laurel in my yard. It‘s been a banner year for the plant in CT for some reason. 🤷🏻♀️