The little old man could sleep anywhere. He was always catching naps in subways, buses and grocery lines. Currently, he slept soundly on the coffee shop's sofa: Gaterade on the floor, Bible laid across his chest, slight smile graced this thin, peach lips and Billy Holiday serenading him.
He wasn't exactly suffering from narcolepsy - just boredom. His dreams were much more vivid and vibrant then his daily life. He loved his sleeping moments.
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Patricia is a feverish writer of literary nonsense and an indie filmmaker. She haunts the stacks of your favourite bookstore, sips coffee at the local beanery, and collects journals of random scribbles.
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Read in 2011
- Tumbling Blocks by Earlene Fowler
- Scarpetta Factor by Patricia Cornwell
- Mars and Venus on a Date by John Grey
- Invisible People by Will Eisner
- Contract with God by Wil Eisner
- Quilts Made Modern by Weeks Ringle
- Mind Hunter by John Douglas
- Fresh Quilting by Malka Dubrawsky
- One Day by David Nicholls
- The Next Big Thing by Johanna Edwards
- The Rules by Sherrie Schneider
- Mars and Venus on a Date by John Grey
- Scarpetta by Patricia Cornwell
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