Comfort

Standing in a bookstore, surrounded by books, nothing looks great.

I know there are authors I would fall in love with if I stumbled across their writing - I just don't know how to find them through the piles and piles of fluff. So I keep testing books out by flipping pages.

A small white one catches my eye: Comfort by Ann Hood.

I buy it.

Read it slow but fast. I can't put it down, but I want to take my time with it. It's a sad story - her 5-year-old daughter died suddenly. It's heart-breaking to read, but by the end of the book I'm addicted to her writing style. She has written many other books. Can't wait to read them - they look like gems.