For some reason I can’t add a picture but that’s okay.

So a couple of days ago I was feeling proper shit, like real down in the dumps, then I got a book in the mail randomly from my dad who I don’t speak to. Started reading it and wow, it’s good.

I’ve never read a book that’s had this effect of me before but I feel like it’s really opened up my eyes on how we deal with regret and that regrets shouldn’t always be regrets.

I’m almost finished and I think it’s definitely worth a read!

I don’t want to spoil it which is why this has been vague!

But yeah: The Midnight Library.

Also has anyone else read this? If so lmk your thoughts in comments :)