So, I was just clearing out some books today, to make some space on my bookshelves for some new ones.
And I realised- that I have an exorbitant amount of unicorn books in my possession. I don’t even know how that happened, but yeah. Turns out I had about 25-30 children’s books- on unicorns and magical horses alone.
I decided to donate them to my mother’s kindergarden because well…. she forced me to. Not really. Though I did have an emotional attachment to those books; and I did kind of read them when I wanted something REALLY, EXTRA brainless to guzzle. But eh, I suppose it’s better that they are a chapter put behind in my life. Time to move on to smaller fonted, pictureless books with difficult words…. *sigh*
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