Love Frankie

I would love to be the kind of person to intrepidly stride outside in the minus temperatures to get pictures of beautiful icicles and snow and such, but I am a house hermit at the moment. Instead, you have this cosy picture of a book and a blanket. When my Ma found out my favourite childhood author had written an LGBTQ+ novel, she decided to send me a copy. I think I'll hold onto this until I start my Bookworm Challenge next month.