Rabbits burrow. Me too.

I finished my first book from my read-all-the-books-on-my-bookshelf project. Book, book, book. Sometimes I write emails at work where I repeat one word no less than 3 times in a 7 word sentence. So what I am trying to say is that my next book is this:

It is about rabbits. So far that's all I've got. But I love it. There is a little history to this book. My mom gave it to me a long long time ago. Like maybe it was middle school era when she brought it home for me and said she thought I should read it. I never did. Instead I was busy trying to stay alive by remaining on the good side of the mean girls and not failing math. Oh and wearing big t-shirts. Anyways I told my mom I had kept it all this time and that I'm reading it...her response was sweet. She was so excited I was reading it and she said a lot of nice things about the book and noted it was one of her all time favorites. Now, I'm even more excited to read it.

On another note, I have been ill for a long time. And it is making me tired. And tea has been my best friend (Henry too). I love this tea, it is unreal. Back to burrowing.