The Little Lost Library (A Secret, Book, and Scone Society Novel Book 7)

by Ellery Adams

The older paramedic gazed into the dining room and whistled. “Looks like Ms. Wynter tried to wall herself in. I used to make forts out of junk when I was a kid. I thought it would keep the monsters out.”

sad but logical

When you know you are of worth, you don’t have to raise your voice, you don’t have to become rude, you don’t have to become vulgar; you just are. —Maya Angelou

No person who can read is ever successful at cleaning out an attic. —Ann Landers

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He let out a soft sigh of contentment. “It’s the little things, you know? The little things that make life better.” Nora knew that too. It was a hot shower, a bowl of ice cream, and a ball game on TV. It was a cat sleeping on the corner of the bed, the golden glow of a lamp, and a warm house. It was knowing that tomorrow was a fresh start. It was an unopened book, waiting to be read.

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