When I woke up that Tuesday morning, it was, to all intents and purposes, an ordinary day. Except of course, It wasn’t. Continue reading “This must be the place.”
I love Jack Reacher. Fact. When the world is a sad, bad, scary place, I feel reassured just knowing that he can come along and kick some ass for me.
Solid, dependable, and analytical to a flaw; there’s still light at the end of the tunnel as long as Jack Reacher walks this earth. Jack Reacher might just be my spirit animal. His preference for solitude, uneasiness around staying in one place too long, and almost phobic response to commitment are things I completely identify with. It may not be everyone’s ideal, but to me, Jack Reacher’s alienation represents the ultimate freedom. Continue reading “Last night a Reacher saved my life.”
Welcome back fellow travellers! Come rest your weary heads upon my literary shoulder.
How I have missed writing this blog! When I recklessly decided to bring into existence ‘Aimee by night’ it was with a view to perhaps posting a few short memento pieces here and there of my travels in America. Continue reading “Back for good?”