Little bookshelf diaries

Okay so between loading chairs into the van for a quince and sneaking into gallery openings, I somehow still find time to haunt every bookstore from Little Havana to the Gables. These are my ride-or-dies, mija! Perfect for a cortadito and a chapter before abuela destroys me at dominoes again. No judgment if you show up and just read the first page standing in the aisle, I do it too!