Sara Blædel

as if I had nothing to do, nothing to grade, nothing to write, nothing to clean, nothing to cook, here I am on a Monday afternoon fucking reading the last chapters of a 400 pages book titled The Forgotten Girls by Sara Blædel.

She is my new Agatha Christie.

She is my new reason to do nothing but read.

Damn you Blædel, let me grade, write, clean, cook, live!!

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