This is book three of the Pillow Thoughts series. These books carry so much sentimental value to me but I just don’t think I can resonate with them as much anymore. Or maybe it was only this one from the series? I do like to believe this is just her weakest book, as I have loved her previous ones. Still not sure if I will grab the next one. Her collection of poetry has always touched, inspired and moved me in way not even Edgar Allan Poe could. (lol) My favourite quote: ”That’s all we are, aren’t we, just souls who are sometimes kind and sometimes cruel and almost always complicated.”