I am not a crier by nature. I follow the much healthier (that’s sarcasm) path of pushing my feelings down deeply inside of me until they eventually swell up, geyser-like, and get all over everyone. I sobbed while reading Against All Odds. I’m talking full-on, mascara smearing, snotty tissue, alone by the light of the Bookmas Tree sobbing. It was wonderful and cathartic, and honestly, I think this is my favorite book of 2017. Here’s what you … Continue reading Against All Odds by Jezz de Silva →