The moment when you don‘t know which book to start. Oh, boy!

New adventure! Found it in my shelf, God only know when I put it there.

I reality needed a couple of days off. Tomorrow back in the class with the kids, but today I am still the focus of my mind 🍋🌺🔥

Up with a new book. Who doesn‘t love a good non-fiction once in a while?
This being my first attemp at psychology it‘s going quite well. I love this subject: narcissism is a complicate subject but deeply fascinating.
As you can see, I am having a pretty sexy Valentine 🤓

I am in pain, physically. This history of my country, seen by Elena‘s story, it‘s making me doubt of margin lines. I don‘t know what to believe anymore, if everything is nothing and nothing is everything.
What a rollercoaster this book has been!
What do I do with my life now?

I can‘t physically read more but my soul is unsatisfied. I foresee wild dreams tonight and a heavier bag tomorrow, cause there‘s no way I will be leaving without this book 80ish pages from the end. The real end this time.

When you are actually going to live the adventure ❤️

Still hooked up on this series. Afraid of reaching the end. Elena Greco is both me and my worst traits: a Neapolitan Scarlett O‘Hara that I didn‘t know I needed.