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IMWAYR- 13/06/2016

Hey everyone, I'm back with another IMWAYR* post. By the time you read this post, I'll be away on a school conference, so this post may not be completely up to date. Anyway, here we go!
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I finished reading " Sad Cypress" by Agatha Christie. It's a Hercule Poirot novel, and I really enjoyed it. I loved the plot and the characters, however I feel that Poirot wasn't in the story for too long. Look out for a review of this book soon!
 I'm also currently reading "Lord Edgware Dies" by Agatha Christie. I recently went to the bookstore and picked up these two Agatha Christie's, so I'm devouring them up as fast as I can.
 I'm currently reading "Almost French" by Sarah Turnbull. I hope to finish that soon. It's going alright so far, but I can't say I'm loving it.

I did quite well with the blog last week, I've uploaded every day! Well- as I'm writing this, some of these posts haven't yet been uploaded, but I've written them all and they're scheduled to upload this week!
Blog Posts Last Week:
- Inferno by Dan Brown (Review)
- Thorns and Petals (Poem)
- Saturday Snapshot- 11/06/2016
- May Be (Poem)



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