To Kill a Mockingbird. Finished.
I'm a heavy coffee drinker. I don't rely on sugar for easing the bitterness. I find pleasure in it. And the limit seems to grow since the first sip I committed.
Yet I was caught off guard by a cup of cappuchino today. It was the darkest I ever tasted. To my disbelief, I found myself craving for sugar at the heat of the moment. On my tongue buring a revelation: I am not ready for the world's blackest dismay.
It's not pretty how the book got me but it is the way.
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