Escaping death twice in sixteen years?
Now, that’s real luck.
Then again, it means I’m accident-prone.
Not exactly the type of gal you’d ask to the Valentine’s Day dance.
I just wish my high school crush had asked me…
Before we fell through the ice and he disappeared forever.
Was I a goner when my plane crashed on Frost Mountain sixteen years later?
I hope you love my hand picked book of the day! Mia | 
