Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.

“Sidda can't help herself, She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the wa…”

“His tall, lanky body had the wrinkles of sleep, and he smelled like cotton and …”

“A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a…”

“But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.”