The dowager, the mistress of the house, would occasionally invite Aomame into the hothouse for private chats, though never at the height of summer.

Their conversations were not the sort that could be held just anywhere at full volume, and the owner said it calmed her to be surrounded by flowers and butterflies. Aomame could see it on her face.

This is where I literally left of this morning before going to sleep dada! Aomame went to visit Tamaru, the big guy in his house. Its no coincidence. Its maktub at her finest:)

The only difficulty im having with the book is the inability to grasp its massive universe! I had to go back so many times to connect the dots. But still, its very much enticing and alluring.. Almost like, He is toying with me:pp testing my patience perhaps!

difficult... very difficult :pp

Now for some telbaji dada:p that video is shot while you being kept in mind:) I know its no mystic mountainous terrains of Andalusia filled with flowers of many colors! But it still is something isnt it?"