Dear Friend. Do you ever get the sense that you are meant for something more, or that you could be doing more. I get that feeling everyday and I’m already stretching myself rather thin.

I went and saw F1 and it was my second favorite movie of the year, topped only by Sinners. Classic racing movie, watch it in IMAX if you like feeling movies. It was specifically made to be seen as such.

I finished Deep End by Ali Hazelwood. loved Loved LOVED IT! I definitely think its in my top three. I’ve slowly been introducing my sister to the series, and so far she has also loved it.

I had a debacle with a ordering Problematic Summer Romance and I would like to entail my struggles to you Dear Friend. First off this is not to throw shade onto anyone, I merely tell my story from my perspective.

Start with Ali Hazelwood giving maybe a months notice that she is releasing the book. I scour across her socials to find premium editions. Can’t find any in English but there is some in Portuguese and Germany. I content myself that I’m not gonna get a premium copy at this point and by then its a few days before the release and I haven’t gotten a copy. So I set my sights on a signed copy. I’m in luck, there’s a preorder for a signed copy and its got cool swag along with it. And the preorder deadline was a week ago by the time I’m getting to it. No biggie, the book comes out and I save myself from getting a copy at the bookstore, I might be able to still get a cool copy. I find one at another book store, they have a signed copy!. I purchase it and then I go on vacation. This was two – three weeks ago.

I come back from vacation and I still haven’t received the book. I check the shipping stuff and it was attempted to be delivered three times and then was sent back to sender. I rush to my post office, minutes before they close, because they might still potentially have it. They didn’t, I missed it by a day. I call the bookstore and I ask them about it. Eventually we get the general idea that they didn’t put my apartment number on the package.

Eventually we concede, a week later that they aren’t getting the package, even worse that’s their last signed copy. It’s just lost to the mail services forever. They refund me and I go to my local Barnes and Noble and dejectedly get my non-premium, non-signed copy. A day goes by and I check my email. The book store. Meet Cute Romance Book Shop, my divine saviors. They got the book, and their sending it back to me, with apartment number. I called them and they apologized profusely and said that it was on the house. Natalie, and everyone else at the shop: Thank You! You made my month.

Tonight I start High Fidelity.

Dear Friend, I hope you know I care about you. I’ve been upset recently because of how some of my friends have been treating me and I’ve acted in kind. I want you to know that I am here for you. I hope you are alright.