day 14 → a non-fictional book
It was good, but not that good. But, shamefully, this was the only non-fiction book I could remember having read.
But I do remember being quite engrossed by it at the time. I had taken it from my 10th grade English room and reading it during a week or so period when I was sick, and perhaps by schadenfreude, or perhaps by genuine life-affirmation, I found myself deeply comforted by the fact that I was not this woman, royalty or no.