books started happening in my life when i was 31 , and this i am talking about only reading and not writing . say , you never did tell me what you did on valentine 's day . '' it took over two hours to comb out the knots , little by little , without hurting him . sera 's mouth dropped open and tears sprang to her eyes . the wind picked up , dumping more ash on him , and making him shiver . but no , it was-a different rhythm , faint and fluttering . 