The Little Coffee Shop of Kabul by Deborah Rodriguez
It was a vibrant blue-skied Afhgan morning, the kind that made Yazmina stop to loosen her scarf and tilt her face to the sun.
My thoughts: I also live in a warm climate, and I love those kind of days, when you would consider abandoning yourself to the golden sunshine (preferably with a book in one hand) and lie on your back with the blue sky the only backdrop to the peace.
The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda’s Voice. Grab a book, any book. Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader (If you have to improvise, that's ok.) Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it)